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can you feel my heart beating like a hammer? | Dabi/Touya Todoroki

You watch from your spot, shoulders tense as you anticipate the arrival of yet another creepy clown or zombie when you see him.

He’s not like the other actors. He’s not quick with his movements and doesn’t yell or jump at anyone. His terror lies in the fact that he does none of those things, that he stands across from you and stares.

And then he grins.

Your stomach turns but not in fear.

Notes: hiiiiii so this is my scare actor!dabi fic. It’s my halloween/October fic for the month!! I’ve been working on this for a while and I’ve finally finished only five days before halloween lmao. Wanna thank mari for calling me after class that day where we had the same exact thought of this at the same time and I had to pull over to put it in my notes (and also for thinking of this title cause I was struggling) anyways I hope you enjoy!!! thanks for reading!! (Title from help I'm alive by metric) listen to the playlist here!

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, f!reader, explicit content, scare actor!dabi, Dabi is touya (quite literally he is not called Dabi in this at all ajhssjsjjss), sex in public, fearplay (kind of), multiple orgasms, overstimulation (very brief), oral f!receiving, fingering, multiple instances where Dabi rests his hand on ur neck but never chokes u, biting (shoulder, neck), ‘baby’ and ‘angel’ as pet names, use of ‘good girl’, frightening (debatable im not that good) depictions of scare actors and haunts, one description of gory makeup, fake weapons

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You’re scared, terrified actually, and your friends are nowhere in sight.

You’re cold. You’re hungry. A clown with a chainsaw won’t stop following you around, and you just want to go home.

When you were invited to the local haunted house, your first instinct was to say no. You’d always been afraid of these things, anything with jumpscares, anything not contained in the screen of your television, you decided wasn’t for you. But your friends insisted and explained that the local haunt wouldn’t be anything like any of those expensive theme parks with big productions and highly trained actors.

But if you were being honest with yourself, it all felt the same to you. It was maybe a little creepier, out in a field in the middle of nowhere, the closest business a couple of miles away, and no background checks for the actors. Uneasiness washed over you the moment you stepped through the wooden gates.

And now you’re alone.

Scare actors are coming at you left and right, all dressed in dark makeup or clown outfits or fake blood, each with their very own faux weapon used for getting just close enough to you without touching. They’re targeting you because you’re scared, you realize because you scream and clutch your head and run in all different directions when they come at you.

It’s quite the production for a local haunt. It’s eerie, smoke machines pour fog throughout, and music that ranges from creepy carnival tunes to popular horror movie scores blare through worn-out speakers, which add to the effect. The actors are painted with precision or covered in liquid latex and black blood that oozes from fake wounds. You feel like you’re in a horror movie. You might be in one, for all you know, which is what scares you the most

You finally find a moment to calm yourself down, seeking a single moment of peace against a makeshift wall on the outside of a haunted house.

You take a moment to look around you, out over the sea of people and costumes. You observe the way the actors jump at the attendees, throwing themselves forward or making loud noises, dragging and tapping their fake weapons against the ground. It’s complete chaos, and you thought that seeing it from the sidelines would make it less terrifying for you, but it doesn’t. You don’t want to be here.

You watch from your spot, shoulders tense as you anticipate the arrival of yet another creepy clown or zombie when you see him.

And then he grins.

Your stomach turns but not in fear.

He’s not scary, just strange, and oddly handsome too, you think. You don’t smile back, but you keep your eyes on him. You aren’t sure if his smile is part of his act or if he means it. Somehow, both make you uneasy.

He’s slow as he moves towards you, calculated. His eyes rake up and down your body as he approaches. As he comes closer, you can finally get a good look at his face, smudged with paint over scars that fall underneath both eyes and line his jaw. What looks to be like staples sit in the seam between the marked and unmarked skin, and you can’t tell if they’re part of the costume or if he wears the piercings when he’s not working. You kind of hope he does.

He looms over you, close enough that you can smell a mixture of sweat and cologne on his skin, but not enough to touch you. You think you want him to, though. His eyes are a brilliant blue, almost glowing against the night.

He’s beautiful. You can tell even hidden under the face paint. His costume is stitched together with yarn at the seams of his shoulders, silver staples that imitate the piercings on his face scatter the stitches. His coat is long and reaches the middle of his calves, and a loose white shirt drapes over his chest. His dark jeans wear the same stitches as his coat, and his dark boots are big, the sound of the soles against the pavement is loud as he steps even closer to you.

Touya’s never had any particular interest in any of the attendees of the haunt before. Sure, he’s taken girls home who’d bravely slipped their numbers into his pocket or caught him when his shift was over, but no one had ever caught his eye quite like you.

He’d seen you cowering before his coworkers, running away and screaming, not unlike many of the people around you. But he had noticed you.

And now you’re standing not even an inch away from him, staring up at him with wide eyes and trembling so hard he can almost feel you. You’re adorable. He wants to see you like this underneath him with your back arched, pretty lips parted for him, just for him.

Your moment is interrupted by the revving of a chainsaw and the dragging of metal against pavement as yet another clown laughs loudly in your ear. You jump, unconsciously moving forward, finding yourself in the arms of the patchwork man you’d been so captivated by. You squeak out a small sorry, but he says nothing, smirking down at you.

Dabi’s heart leaps in his chest. He wants to steal you away, pull you into one of the haunts, and fuck you behind one of the walls. No one would suspect a thing if he covered you in enough fake blood to pass as one of them, making you scream in pleasure against the screams of fear.

His eyes flicker to your lips before he lowers his hands to your waist, squeezing tightly before backing away from you and leaving you alone without a word.

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After another half an hour of running from scare actors and looking for your friends, you finally find them near a food stand, unassuming and completely unaware you’d disappeared.

You sprint towards them, getting good at dodging anyone jumping at you after all of that time alone. Your best friend spots you first, her eyes widening as she walks towards you.

“Where the fuck did you go?” She questions with a drink in one hand that flashes different colors from the plastic light-up ice in the liquid.

“You guys left me!” You exclaim, “I’ve been dodging those fuckers for an hour alone!”

“We thought you were with us. I promise! We went in that one haunt with the possession scene and when we came out you were gone!” She explains, but you can’t help but feel a little annoyed. You didn’t even want to come out tonight. You’d only said yes because she begged.

“Did you look for me?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Look,” She begins, “Everything is so chaotic here. Everyone was moving on to the next house! I figured you’d catch up!”

“You suck.” You pout.

“I know I do. I’m sorry!” She pleads. “I’ll buy you something to eat. C’mon.”

She buys your meal and leads you to some of the wooden picnic tables in the small area, the rest of your friends already occupying some of the space. You’re treated warmly as they all throw questions at you about where you went. You resist the urge to act upset or make a scene, explaining that you’d been running around and looking for them while trying to avoid fake chainsaws and machetes. You’re in the middle of telling a story about getting caught in a corner with one of the zombies when your friends start to erupt in a fit of giggles. You pause your story, confused at their sudden reaction when you feel someone blow at your neck.

It only surprises you, all the fear expelled from your body in your hour of terror. You turn to look at the source and there he is again, the patchwork man from earlier. You’re not scared of him, this time, only intrigued.

He hovers over you, moving and contorting his neck in a way that you assume is meant to be creepy, but it does nothing but amuse you.

You smile and let out a small laugh, looking up at him through your lashes. Dabi feels his jeans tighten at the way you look up at him, eyebrows pulled up in a pout, leaning closer as he grins.

“Are you ever gonna tell me your name?” You ask him, eyes flickering to his lips for a moment. He shakes his head slowly, maintaining eye contact while holding a finger to his mismatched lips. You give him yours, but he only stares. You’re once again pulled in by the blue in his eyes, finding yourself wondering if they’re a different shade than the last time you saw him. “Not even if I beg?”

He’ll punish you for that later, Dabi thinks.

You watch him reach behind his back, still bent over towards your face, readying yourself for what you think might be the fake machete he carried before.

He pulls a single yellow daisy from behind him, clutching it between two fingers as he holds it out to you. You know he must have picked it from one of the patches of green that scatter the field. Your friends giggle some more, whispering things you're unable to focus on at the moment. You look between his painted face and the flower, reaching out to take it from him.

Suddenly feeling bashful, you lean away from him, smelling the flower and twirling it between your fingers. The smile he gives you is genuine.

He leans closer to you, bringing a finger up to his cheek and tapping twice to signal something. He wants a kiss, you realize. It’s against the rules, and he knows this. Scare actors are not meant to touch the guests, and doing so could get them into a lot of trouble. But Touya wants to touch you. He remembers the feeling of you pressed against him when you’d jumped in fear of the clown from earlier. He’d broken the rule then, and he had no problem with breaking it again.

If not for your friends' excited squeals around you, you’re sure you would have frozen. You push yourself forward, placing a kiss to his cheek before you can talk yourself out of it. He smiles wide as you pull away, that creepy grin still on his face as he stares down at you.

When he stands up, he begins to back away slowly without a word. You watch him walk, clutching a fist over his heart and giving you a giddy smile as he leaves.

You feel disheartened knowing you might not see him again tonight. You place the flower behind your ear and take your eyes off where he disappeared.

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You and your friends stay until closing. As the night goes on, you find yourself getting used to the fear. You think you like it now, adrenaline running through your body as you're chased with chainsaws or reached for through windows inside of the haunts. It’s exhilarating. You understand why people like these so much.

Scare actors are practically chasing people out, running at them with their weapons until they make it through the gates. It’s complete mayhem, especially with the number of people now pushed to the front of the area.

Amidst the chaos, you find yourself alone again. You search the crowd, avoiding the actors jumping toward you as you make your way through the sea of people. You push through different groups of people until you make it to a small open spot amidst the crowd. It’s there that you see the man from before, jumping at different people who walk by him. He drags his fake machete against the floor and it scrapes with a metallic grinding sound. He’s terrifying, you think. Not to you, but to anyone around him, he must be terrifying.

He’s tall and imposing, completely silent as he pushes his weapon toward anyone he can reach. He’s fast, too, running up on different people, the sound of his big black boots is loud against the pavement.

You can’t move. You can only stare at him, completely in his element. He’s good at what he does, better and far more intimidating than any of the other actors you’ve encountered tonight. But somehow, you aren’t scared at all, not of him and not in any real way. Maybe you should be, though.

He turns around, looking around as he walks from his last set of victims before his eyes find you. A smile crosses his face and he lifts a hand, wagging his fingers to wave at you. You avert your eyes in embarrassment that he caught you, even in the crowd of people.

He stalks towards you, dragging his weapon behind him. He’s menacing, and you can’t help but feel a little afraid of him, wondering if he’ll jump towards you or do something to scare you all over again. When he approaches, you watch him smirk from under his makeup, close enough to see the texture of his skin and the blue of his eyes. He runs a finger down your arm until he reaches your hand, intertwining your fingers and pulling you along with him.

You know you shouldn’t follow him. This is how people go missing, how people are found in a ditch with their friends crying on the news about how they were just with them.

But you can’t bring yourself to care. You find him endlessly fascinating, from the way he moves to his dark demeanor. He’s strange and unsettling, but you like it. You want strange and unsettling, contrary to your feelings earlier in the night.

Dabi can feel your hand trembling in his. He rubs soothing circles with his thumb over the top of your hand. He doesn’t want you to be too afraid of him. He wants you to like him. He’s almost embarrassed by it, seeking the approval of a random girl who visited the haunt. When he looks back at you, your eyes are wide, mouth agape as you let him pull you through the crowd of people. You look at him with curiosity and intrigue more than fear. Dabi feels his heart beat faster in his chest.

He pulls you to one of the haunts, one you went through earlier with a zombie rock band, a ridiculous theme that you remember scaring you the least. Guitar blares through the speakers as you enter, moving the curtains back that cover each entrance. You realize that the place is empty, with no scare actors ready to jump out, no one on the sets or acting out any of the scenes you remember. It’s just the two of you now.

You feel his arm curl around your waist as he pulls you behind one of the openings in the walls. It’s one of the spaces that the scare actors use to hide in before jumping out at the guests. It’s surprisingly spacious, and there’s a door that must lead outside of the structure or into another room. You don’t have time to ponder it before you’re pushed up against one of the walls, his hands squeezing your hips as he looks down at you with hungry eyes.

“I’ve wanted to touch you like this all night long. You were so fucking scared.” He speaks, lowering his head to the crook of your neck, and you almost gasp at the sound of his voice. It’s rough, gravelly. It vibrates against your body where he brushes his lips against you. “It was so cute.”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling him grin against your skin before licking over your pulse point. You moan, the sound almost swallowed up by the loud eerie rock music reverberating in the makeshift building. Dabi wants to make you louder. He wants you to scream.

“Are you—hah—gonna tell me your name?” You ask him as he continues to kiss your neck. His hands are all over you, squeezing the flesh of your hips, running his hands over your thighs and your arms, hands underneath your sweater, up your skirt. You can’t focus on anything but his hands and his mouth and his hard body pressed up against yours. You almost want him closer, if that’s even possible, tangling your fingers into his hair and arching your body into his.

You’re sure your neck must be covered in smudgy face paint. His mouth is probably a muddy mess, or maybe all of the paint is gone, but you don’t care. His lips feel good on your skin. He feels good.

It barely registers that he ignores your question. “What? You’re back to not speaking?”

He’s silent, once again, pulling away from your neck to smile down at you. You were right, the paint is almost completely gone from the bottom half of his face, leaving behind the sight of scars in contrast to the unmarked skin on his cheeks. You’re panting, looking into his eyes as he reveals nothing. He leans forward to kiss you, catching you by surprise even though he was sucking on your neck just moments ago. The kiss is short, with barely enough time to feel his tongue against yours before he pulls away.

“So mysterious.” You quip, trying to save yourself from the embarrassment of being affected by one kiss. He pulls his long coat from his shoulders to reveal surprisingly muscular arms covered in the same scars and piercings that litter his face. He continues with his vow of silence as he starts to lower himself before you, placing kisses against your chest and your stomach as he falls to his knees. His hands sneak up your skirt. “Oh, fuck.”

He raises the front of your skirt, moving one of your hands to hold it against your stomach. He runs his hands up the front of your thighs, looking up at you through thick lashes, spreading your legs even further apart. He brings a hand forward, pressing the pad of his thumb against your clothed cunt. He gives you a look, and he doesn’t need to speak for you to know what he’s thinking, for you to be embarrassed by how wet you are from just a little groping.

He moves his hand and leans forward, pulling you by your hips and burying his face in between your legs. You feel his tongue through your underwear, gasping at the feeling, simultaneously too much and not enough. You bury your free hand in his hair as he licks you through the layer of fabric. Your panties are thoroughly ruined, your inner thighs sticky with your slick. He groans against you, tasting what little of you he can through the barrier. He pulls away and rips them from your thighs, wasting no time before he’s in between your legs once more.

“God!” It’s not his name, but it’ll do. “Fuck, right there!”

He laps at your entrance, completely lost in making you feel good. Every moan he pulls from you only spurs him on, tonguing your cunt like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. He thinks that maybe it is.

You buck your hips against his face, fingers curling into the fabric of your skirt and pulling at his hair as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to your orgasm. He runs one hand up your thigh, pulling away for a moment to slip a finger inside of you. He groans at how much of a mess you’ve become, how much of a mess he’s made you. He adds another finger, watching how easily they slide in and out of you. He looks up at you, silently asking if it’s something you like, and the moan you let out tells him that it is. You nod at him, moving your hips while he moves his fingers in and out of you.

“Please!” You whine, missing the feeling of his tongue on you. “Need more!”

He slows the movements of his fingers down, pulling another unsatisfied groan from your throat. It’s cute how impatient you are, how he’s reduced you to such a hungry little thing, all for him.

He moves one hand behind your knee, hiking your leg over one of his shoulders and earning a surprised gasp from your lips. His tongue finds your clit again, running tight circles around you as his fingers speed up.

You grind against his face, closer to the edge than before, moaning at the sensation of his mouth against your entrance. He curls his fingers inside of you and licks over your clit, his motions repetitive and focused as he feels you clench around his fingers. You’re close, and he can feel it, and it’s taking everything in him not to beg you to come for him.

“I’m gonna—” a strangled cry escapes your throat as he brings you to the edge. He slows his movements down as you ride out your orgasm, thrusting his fingers slowly and licking languid strokes over your clit. Hips spamming against him, you have to push his head away from your sex, breathing heavily and running your fingers through the hair falling in his eyes. He’s gorgeous when he looks up at you through a glistening grin. He rises from the ground, bringing the two fingers, now covered in your slick, towards his mouth. You whimper as you watch him wrap his own lips around the two digits, his eyes never leaving yours. He releases them with a sticky pop, surging forwards to capture your lips with his.

It’s better than the one before, longer, slower. You can taste yourself on his tongue. He slots his body against yours as he deepens the kiss, and you can feel him hard against your thigh. His hands run up your sides, over your breasts up to your sternum. He rests one hand against the front of your neck, gently and not squeezing, just to keep you there against him. He slips his tongue into your mouth while his other hand sneaks up the back of your sweater. He has your bra off before you have any time to think, and then he runs his fingers over your nipples.

He’s much gentler than you thought he’d be, especially under the circumstances. He has you pressed up against a wall in public. You’re someone he’s only just met, and you know you must not be the first person he’s done this with.

But he kisses you like he loves you.

And maybe it’s the adrenaline or the raucous music preventing you from thinking clearly, but you think that maybe he could. Maybe you want him too.

God, you’re crazy.

He sucks your tongue into his mouth again and you tug at the strands of hair at the back of his head. Your movements become more frantic as you push your bodies closer together. Twitching hands find the front of his jeans, thumbing the button open and stroking your hand over him. He groans into your mouth, a faint curse as he pushes his hips forward. He bites your lip hard before pulling away from you, pulling a shiny square package from his pocket and releasing himself from the constraint of his underwear. He tears it open with his teeth and rolls the condom on, reaching down to hike your leg back up like it had been before. With one strong hand holding you up from behind your knee, he drags the head of his cock through your folds, pulling another moan from you that you try to suppress in the crook of his neck.

His lips find yours once more, swallowing the sounds you make as he sinks into you. You arch your back, pushing yourself closer as he stretches you. The stretch is almost too much, even with the mess he’s made of you, but you feel good, full, complete.

He starts slow, long drawn-out thrusts of his hips that drive you crazy. He touches you everywhere, squeezing anywhere he can get his hands on, sucking on your neck, your chest. He kisses over your face, sweet pecks of his lips to your jaw and cheeks. It’s overwhelming, the attention he gives you, the need to put your pleasure before his, to make you feel wanted. You are wanted.

He’s getting desperate now, speeding up as he moves against you. He reaches so deep, keeping your leg hiked up with your back against the wall. You aren’t gonna last much longer, not with his tongue in your mouth, not with the sound of his own whines meeting your ears as he quickens his thrusts.

“Please—” You beg, digging your fingers into his hips. You’re so close, clenching around him so tightly he can barely think. His eyes find yours as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to your release, neon blue clouding your vision before you throw your head back against the wall behind you. Pleasure wracks through your body as he pulls you even closer. You fall limp in his arms, feeling him release your leg and pull out of you. You rest your forehead against his as you calm your breathing.

“Think you can give me one more?” The rare sound of his voice startles you. His hand finds the back of your head, pulling away to look into your eyes. Dazed, you nod at him, watching him smile down at you. “Good girl.”

He kisses your cheek, and you let him spin you around to face the wall. You brace yourself against it, two hands flat on the surface as you feel him behind you. He places sloppy kisses against your neck, slowly entering you once more. You gasp, still sensitive from before, but he shushes you, nibbling on your earlobe as he moves in and out of you.

“Your—hah—your name.” You whine, barely getting the words out as he quickens his pace. He groans behind you, leaning forward to bite your shoulder, thrusting in quick short motions against you. “Please! Fuck! Wanna—”

“You wanna what, baby?” He breathes against your ear. He places a kiss beneath it, peppering more down your neck as he slows down.

“Don’t! Please don’t slow down.” You beg, pushing yourself against him.

He leans his large frame against your back, bringing an arm around the front of your chest, resting his hand at the base of your neck. He pulls your back against him, lips brushing against your ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna—ngh—scream it.” You pant, feeling his thrusts speed up at your admission. “Wanna scream your name.”

“‘Course you do, angel.” He coos, running a hand down the front of your body until it slips up your skirt. You feel his fingers against your clit and gasp, twitching from the sensitivity. It’s too much. You want more. “Call me Touya.”

“Touya!” You cry, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. Touya, Touya, Touya. It sounds perfect falling from your lips. You were meant to say it, meant to scream it just like this. “Wanna come. Make me come, Touya.”

He buries his face into your neck, biting down hard as he speeds up the movements of his hips and his fingers on your clit. You scream, just how he’s wanted you to all night, the feeling of pain and pleasure leaving you dizzy.

“Gonna—” You choke, moaning his name once again. He groans against your skin.

“I know, baby, me too.” His thrusts become sloppier, feeling himself approach the edge, but not before you. You scream his name one last time, reaching your high just moments before him. He cries out after, pulling your face towards his to kiss you deeply once more.

Realizing where you are, music still playing loudly through the speakers, your body up against a rough wooden wall, and Touya’s tongue in your mouth, you force yourself to pull away. He moves away from you, taking a moment to discard the condom and pick up your ruined underwear from the ground. You lay your head against the wall, throwing your arm over your eyes and laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

You think about the feeling of dread from the beginning of the night, how quickly you ran from the men in masks and makeup, the fake chainsaws and knives. And now you’d been fucked by one, one you’d learned the name of just seconds ago.

When Touya returns, you’ve fixed yourself, putting your bra back on and pulling your skirt down, though you’re still without underwear. He walks towards you, cupping your face with one large hand and looking down at you.

“You okay?” He questions, genuine concern in his cyan gaze. You give him a shy smile and nod. He narrows his eyes before giving you a sly smile. “I need verbal confirmation.”

“I’m okay, Touya.” You tell him, wrapping your hand around his wrist and resting it there.

“Fuck,” he speaks, “say it again.”

“You should’ve told me sooner.” You say, ignoring the command. He rolls his eyes, kissing your forehead before pulling away. He takes your hand in his and opens the door beside you.

“C’mon let’s get you cleaned up, then I’ll take you home.” He leads you through the door, down a labyrinth of alleys all connected by the various haunts. He looks back at you and shrugs sheepishly. “Sorry. Your friends are probably gone.”

“Probably.” You don’t care, but you should. And you shouldn’t let him take you home. You shouldn’t let him touch your face gently or take you to one of the twenty-four-hour diners nearby after you leave. You shouldn’t give him your number. You shouldn’t let him take you out once, twice, three times. You shouldn’t let him sneak you into a different haunt the next time you visit him at work.

You do anyway.

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betterbooktitles · 25 days

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The screen I spend the most time with these days is a black LCD monitor attached to a PC in an indie bookshop on Long Island. I spend whole days looking at point-of-sale software called Anthology which also keeps track of the store’s inventory. Often, it’s accurate. Occasionally, it says we have three copies of The Bell Jar that have simply disappeared from the face of the Earth. No one stole them. They were raptured, like socks that never make it out of the dryer.

If you’ve never worked a retail job, let me tell you what it’s like: you come in with a little spring in your step, caffeinated, and ready to greet your coworkers and update them on how terrible your last shift without them was. Though the memory of the previous shift’s slog might give you a little anxiety, and though a hangover can make your fuse a little short, you’re in a better mood at the start of the day than at the end. Tedious tasks like ordering and unboxing books (sci-fi movies did not prepare me for how much cardboard there would be in the future) seem manageable in the morning. Customers seem kind. The items you’re selling feel necessary to human happiness. Whatever is going on in your life is put on pause to manage store operations, and time flies. Then, by 3 PM, whether you had time for lunch or not, you wish you had done anything else with your day — or, better yet — your life.

While the back-straining work of moving inventory around the store or walking the floor helping customers all day without a second to sit down might make you physically tired, the real work of retail is mental and forces employees to become part-machine. Retail workers have to ask the same three questions (“Rewards?” “Bag?” “Receipt?”) and reply to the same three questions (“Have it?” “Bathroom?” “Manager?!?!?”) for 8-10 of their most worthwhile waking hours.

In bookstores, there is the added expectation that while you’re participating in this mind-numbing routine, you’re at least able to pretend to like and engage with literature. I'm not arguing that people working at Old Navy aren’t eloquent or as over-educated for their job as I am. If they aren’t teenagers, most retail employees I’ve encountered have, by virtue of talking to coworkers and customers all day, the same high emotional intelligence as the smartest people I know who chain smoke outside bars. Still, my guess is that it’s rare for a customer to see a clothing store employee folding clothes, and think “I wonder what their opinion is of the latest Ann Patchett book” or “I wonder if they read Knausgård and run a book club when they’re not helping me find jeans in my size.” People see booksellers doing the same tedious tasks as any other retail employee and assume they not only possess unlimited knowledge about the state of publishing but also have unlimited hours to read while in the store. Customers hold booksellers to an impossible intellectual standard. When they fail to live up to said standard, they’re subjected to conversations like this:

“You haven’t read the latest Kingsolver?” a customer will ask, “Why not? What about this one? Or that one? It’s so good though! I thought you would have read all of these!”

What’s a shame is that they think they’re being kind when they half-recommend, half-admonish bookstore employees. Worse are the people who are flat-out rude. Case in point, a man came into the store at hour six of my shift, and without any preamble, treating me like I was a human Google search bar, said the name of an author, then started spelling the name. When I asked for a second to look up what I assumed he was asking for, he rolled his eyes and began spelling slowly and loudly: “PAUL. P…A…U…”

Sadly, I’m too old to be treated that way and without thinking I raised my hand and said sternly “Don’t do that.” Now some oblivious retired banker is walking around Long Island asking himself why indie booksellers are so mean. My Midwestern niceness has disappeared, my helpful attitude is now nonexistent. I have been worn down by the people I’m paid to be kind to.

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sashi-ya · 11 months

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𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝙼𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝! 𝙸𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚄𝚛𝚢𝚞 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

�� I was chatting with my sis @the-witch-of-one-piece and a sudden idea came up because of those pics of young uryu always being carried around in arms and sleeping. So, I had to write a little scenario inspired on such scenes! Uryu is about to become a doctor and exhaustion hits him and reader is there to take care of him while he rests at least for a night... 💖 thank u to val val for the idea of the exams making him tired. i love u boo! 💖 ✦ tw: Uryu is at least 26 y/o in the fic. Based in the last chapter of the manga. totally sft. if you want more of this story, just ask for it. I'd love to give him a little bit more of love since there isn't much around here.

“Hey, Ishida-kun… are you ok?” you ask; His slanted eyes become tiny as he can’t keep them open. “Huh? Oh yes, yes…” he mouths, with exhausted dark circles shining through the edge of his modern eyeglasses.

All of you look at him with a little concern. He didn’t want to miss the movie night you organized, but finals week is coming closer… and he is about to become a doctor.

You smile sweetly, as he forced himself to sit properly. It isn’t that late, but the warm cushions of your couch and the lights turned off for a movie, are lulling him to a so needed rest.

As the movie progresses, and, of course he couldn’t find it interesting, his lids close once and for all. The soft snoring by your side caught your attention, making you look at him with the corner of your eye. You didn’t want the guys, especially Ichigo and Renji to pick on him.

Little by little, you move closer to his body. That close, that if he were to loose balance he would fall on you. You don’t mind him falling asleep, much less on your shoulder.

And indeed, a few minutes after, his temple finally slide towards the crook of your neck. You could smell the scent of his freshly washed hair; you could see the way his eyebrow slightly twitches, and his cute cheek pressed against your arm.

You notice, also, the way his glasses seem to be bothering him. So, in silence, and absolutely delicately you take them off. “Inoue-san, please put these over the coffee table” you whisper to your sweet ginger friend.

As delicate as you, she took them in her hands and giving you a sincere smile, she turns around to hug his beloved, soon to be husband, to keep watching the tv screen. You could tell that look wasn’t simply because of how Uryu was cutely sleeping, but also because she knew something else.

Halfway there, the movie isn’t finished yet and he hasn’t moved a single millimetre from his initial position. However, you notice his arms hugging himself in clear signs of feeling cold. So, you ask Rukia to pass you one of the blankets you have on a basket next to the tv set.

She slides over Renji -who couldn’t help himself but slap her ass, making Ichigo to laugh like an idiot- and grabs it.

Of course, before giving it to you, she makes sure to pinch both guys cheeks with eyes promising to beat their asses outside.

You giggle, moving Uryu more towards you. Him, who usually avoids any type of physical contact, gets comfortable on you -more than what you could expect he would someday-. His left arm passes over your belly, and the cold tip of his pointy nose buries on your collar bone.

You froze for a moment, with the blanket on your hand and your eyes widened. Rukia does the same, while a smirk invades her face impossible to stop from showing. You blink, you don’t want nobody else to see such scene… especially your reaction. And quickly cover him -and you-

You skin reacts to the touch of his lips on your neck. He isn’t kissing you, but it feels almost as if he was. His black hair covers half of his cheeks, and the brilliance of the screen in front of you, dances in different colours, casting shadows on his sharp mandible.

You are sure this is the first time you see him without glasses, and for the same matter, peacefully sleeping… so close to you… on you. Almost as if he was hugging you.

At first you looked at him from time to time, but then, your eyes weren’t able to stick off his façade. From the way his eyelashes almost reached the apples of his cheeks, from the pale skin that barely shows a hint of his collar bone down his grey t-shirt.

You bite your lower lip, ignoring the rest of the world. You couldn’t resist his proximity… you simply can’t.

“Aight, let me help you. I will take him home” Ichigo says, coming closer to you, pulling you out of your reverie in which you wake him up and kiss him until the next morning.

“Kurosaki-kun, no… let him sleep” Orihime says, pulling from Ichigo’s arm to stop him from shaking his friend to wake him up.

Renji and Rukia have already understand exactly the reasons why Orihime stopped his lover from waking Uryu up. But the strawberry boy needed further explanation…

“Don’t worry, Kurosaki-kun. Let him sleep a little longer, he can stay home tonight” you whisper, you don’t want to wake him up. Nor him going away from you.

“But he-“ the substitute Shinigami wants to insist, when Rukia jumps to slap his neck. “Ichigo you are so slow, God. Let the poor guy sleep! Let’s go”

Nobody knows if he finally understood, but, in any case he started running after Kuchiki who has picked a fight with him.

As they leave, Orihime is the last one to go out. She makes sure the blanket covers both of you properly, and without saying much she smiles at you while taking her hand to her mouth. “Good night, (Name) ~” she says, closing the door of your apartment with utmost care not to make any sound.

And there you are. In complete dark, with your crush sleeping right over your shoulder, looking at a cushion that had been left abandoned in the middle of the floor. The soft argentum shine of the moon, filtering through the big glass door of your living room, being the only source of light… besides the shine of your eyes. Even if he doesn’t know, he is making you, for at least some time, the happiest person alive. And maybe, just by tonight, you chose to dream with the idea he is completely yours…

You get caught into the endless cycle of his chest slowly rising and going down, and after debating yourself for at least half an hour, you finally tuck some strands of hair behind his ear. Uryu finds himself so relaxed, he doesn’t even notice your hand touching his delicate face. He feels at ease.

And, even if your stomach would be full of butterflies, exhaustion finally hits you… or perhaps it is that, when you are next to the person you love, the one that’s meant to be, you feel a peace that lets every guard fall off… that let your body feel so secure.

Your head slowly falls to the side, resting on top of his. And a soft smile invades your lips as you finally fall asleep…

A prying eye finally opens. A blue one, that kinda sees everything behind a blurry filter. A mischievous smirk, very little, appears on his lips. He has indeed fallen asleep, but he is slightly awaken now.

Should he excuse himself and go back to his place? Or should he stay? He could, for at least tonight, allow himself to rest on the arms of his secret crush… right? And what we do asleep couldn’t be judged…

Uryu’s arms snake around your waist, pulling you towards his chest, being him the one to hold you now. Fixing the blanket so it totally covers your body, he caresses your cheek with his fingers.

There will be plenty of time to think of excuses by the time the sun is up, but for now, let’s go back to sleep…

✦ taglist: @stygianoir

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tihgnari · 2 years

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ꕤ 31. forget the flowers

tw: none / wc: 1.1k

from: t(hoe)ma —hey yn! sorry i cant make it :( —thankfully ayato volunteered my ticket wont be wasted and u wont watch alone lol

you knew their plan. you were there, planning alongside them without their knowing. you don't know how ayato got thoma to join in on his supposed master plan willingly, but you knew from the moment thoma messaged you about watching that new horror movie that he was going to bail last minute and have ayato go in his stead.

funny, really, that both thoma and ayato genuinely thought you liked watching horror movies when in fact, you hated them and were only listening to thoma talk, trying to segue out of the conversation lest he unintentionally gives you nightmares. with how animated the vice president was talking, he never did manage to notice the forced smile on your face as you listen to him talk about ax killers in the backseat of a car or a haunted porcelain doll with pigtails.

"yn," ayato calls.

when you turn your head to greet him with a smile, he forgets how to breathe. suddenly he's reminded that everything he's doing, fighting the mold his family wants to shape him into, was every inch worth it.

ayato brought you flowers, just as planned. a bouquet of white roses, and you pray to whoever is listening that he doesn't come any closer or your allergy will start acting up and what a could-be date to the cinema would end up becoming a date in the emergency room. yeah. totally not romantic. but you have to suck it up and pretend you like it because you yourself were the one who lied and said you loved white roses.

"oh," you stutter, slightly sniffling as your eyes got teary just by being in the vicinity of the damn roses. "thats… that's a nice bouquet haha."

"i was just about to meet my mom, you see. she asked me to get her some white roses for her office but when i got there, she said her secretary had already got some for her. i can't let it go to waste so… i guess, i'll just give it to you then." alas, he extends his arms and gives it to you with a proud smile on his face.

if only you weren't tearing up so hard due to the roses, maybe you'd have noticed how impeccable his acting is. if you hadn't known the real story, you'd have thought his excuse was a hundred percent real, from his facial expression to his mannerisms.

with the roses now directly by your face, the sniffles got more severe and no amount of sniffling stopped you from letting out the biggest sneeze you've ever had, making you drop the bouquet. sadly, neither you nor ayato reacted quickly enough to pick it up as a couple of kids playing tag ran between you and accidentally stepped on the dainty roses.

while you moved to pick it up, ayato couldn't care less about the flowers and had just noticed the paleness of your skin and teary eyes due to the allergic reaction. okay. maybe telling him the exact opposite of what you like was a bad idea.

"oh no, the flowers…"

"yn, forget the flowers. are you okay? you look…"

you cough, feeling your throat tighten as you fail to keep yourself upright, unable to breathe and getting lightheaded. ayato is quick to catch you in his arms, panic-stricken face inches from yours as a hand pushes your hair away from your face. "shit! are you–are you allergic to flowers? but… but that wasn't—"

you blacked out. the last thing you remember was your thoughts of damn it; he found out.

—

white fluorescent lights scorched your eyes when you opened them as the distinct smell of antiseptic flooded your nostrils. for once, you were breathing regularly again and didn't feel like your skin was itching. as you sit up and take in your surroundings, you realize you're in a hotel… or a hospital? wait a minute, are you…

"VIP room?" you mumble, looking at the mahogany furniture and the flat screen tv mounted just across the hospital bed you were lying on. and right next to you with the blinds drawn, you see the beautiful sea of lights making up the pretty cityscape.

"oh, you're awake. and yeah, you're in one of our hospital's VIP room."

ayato appears from around the corner where the living room was, pocketing his phone as he approaches the side of your bed with big strides, causing your heart rate to speed up, hands flying everywhere as you stutter with your words. "why… why a VIP room? i can barely afford emergency as it is! you could've… could've just sent me home or…"

your voice dies as he reaches forward to grab your outstretched hand, gently bringing it back down on your lap. flustered and utterly distracted by the softness of his hands, you try to pull it out of his grip until he—

"careful. don't move your hands so much, that's where they put the iv."

you blink in disbelief, head jerking to the side, and true to what he said there was an iv attached to the back of your hand. an iv drip? seriously? for a damned allergic reaction?! how much is this going to cost me?!

ayato must've seen your thoughts written clearly on your face as he quickly starts parroting what the doctor said to him. "that's what i thought, too, when dr. nomura said they'll attach an iv on you because you fainted. so they said it was a severe allergic reaction and the iv drip is the quickest way to flush out… allo-whatever-medical-term he said."

he laughs but you don't laugh with him, the heat in your face unable to make you stare straight at his eyes. ayato was still holding your hand.

"oh, sorry…"

he lets it go, and some part of you wish he didn't.

ayato clears his throat. "don't worry! dr. nomura said you'll be back to good condition after you empty the iv drip. and then we can go on our date—I MEAN, DAY! haha… i meant day…"

"right… yeah, i get it." you bite your lip hard and force your heart to calm down. abort mission! foul! FOUL! that was a direct attack! thank god there was no heart monitor attached to you or it would've all been for nothing.

"i heard there'll be a boat ride a little after sundown. they say there'll be fireworks, too. would you like to come with me? it's the least i can do, considering it's my fault for bringing the roses and we had to miss our movie."

you've never felt this guilty in your entire life. but because of that strong feeling of guilt, you suck it up, smile at ayato, and say yes despite having the worst case of motion sickness known to man.

LOWKEY » previous : masterlist : next

a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — ayato paid for the hospital bills LMAO

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truly-twirls · 2 years

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winter’s call - y. jungwon

Word Count: 948

Warnings: None, just cute fluffy shit

Characters: Yang Jungwon

AO3 Link

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Now here’s a good question.

Why the hell did the space heater inside the dorms do next to nothing to aid all of the freezing fingertips that were surely turning purple now?

Jungwon didn’t know the answer to this, of course, but he was nonetheless annoyed when all he wanted to was focus on writing some new lyrics.

“Wonie! Can I borrow another blanket? I think Niki’s gonna start seeing his own breath soon,” Sunoo’s voice echoed through the nearby hallway.

Begrudgingly moving from his desk, Jungwon rolled up a nearby blanket, walked into the dorm’s living room, and tossed it to a wiggly Niki.

“Isn’t Y/N supposed to be visiting soon?” Sunghoon questioned without looking up from his phone nor his hot drink in his other hand, “Would they still want to chill here even though Santa left some of his winter magic behind?”

Sunghoon had a point, much to Jungwon’s dismay, the last thing Jungwon wanted was for you to fall sick or just unable to chill comfortably because of the dorm’s frigid conditions.

He decided to pull out his phone to text you about changing the day when you visit him.

Well, he was going to, but then there was a knock at the front door. To which Sunoo, who was already near that area, opened and greeted you.

“Hope you brought a hoodie and several blankets,” Sunoo sighed as he rubbed his hands together to generate a little bit of heat and went back to the couch.

You, on the other hand, were thrown off by multiple details as you took off your shoes:

One– Why is Niki on the floor, curling into himself like a lanky cat?

Two– Why is Jungwon looking at you with concern? You triple checked your appearance before knocking on the door, did a last second breeze brush something upwards?

And three–Why in the world is it so cold in here? As if the windows and walls did nothing to protect the dorm from the outdoor temperature.

Before you could voice any of these thoughts, Jungwon went to you and embraced your figure, “Hey love, I was about to text you about the dorm.”

You returned his warmth and chuckled, “What, did Niki leave the windows open last night?”

“Why does it have to be MY fault? Hyung! Please tell your girlfriend that this has nothing to do with me and one hundred percent to do with the fact that winter in Korea kicks everyone’s ASS?!”

Everyone snickered at the shuffling blanket blob that was Niki, but they couldn’t disagree.

“Winter is upon us, young ones,” Sunghoon called out in a tone that mimicked a much older man.

Jungwon rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, “Wanna go watch movies in the room? Away from these loud ‘young ones’?”

“That statement was also directed to YOU, Yang Jungwon!” You could hear Sunghoon’s cry and a mixture of Sunoo and Niki’s laughter as you closed the bedroom door.

Almost throwing his body onto his bed with a sigh, Jungwon opened up his arms, wordlessly beckoning for cuddles.

Of course you obliged and lied in between his shoulders, pressing a kiss on his chin as he scrolled through movie selections.

“I was in a cheesy mood and started a mini-marathon of Christmas movies, wanna finish this one with me?” Jungwon’s question finished as the screen landed on the title ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’, which showed to have an hour and five minutes left.

You chuckled and nodded, “Sounds cute, Wonie.” You noticed the abandoned notebook and pen at the corner of the room.

“Were you trying to write some more?”

“Yeah, but the guys were just…too distressed by the lack of heat for me to focus,” Jungwon ran a hand through his black hair and sighed.

As if on cue, you felt a shiver run up your spine as your body fully registered how little heat was available in the dorm, even under the covers in Jungwon’s bed.

Jungwon, of course, noticed this and frowned, “I…was actually going to text you to reschedule your little visit. I knew you were going to feel cold and I didn’t want you to somehow get sick or unable to relax or–”

His worries were cut off as you sat up to grab blankets from the beds around the one you and your boyfriend lied on. Throwing them all on the two of you, the previous cuddling position was returned to.

“Wonie, I don’t mind at all. Of course I was cold but I cherish any time I get to be with you.” You paused to kiss both of his cheeks that were growing a little warm with love and a tad bit of embarrassment.

“Besides, I think you deserve a little break from all that,” You gestured to the trashcan full of crumpled papers that were likely filled with lyrics that didn’t meet Jungwon’s liking.

Jungwon scoffed, he supposed you were right, but nonetheless he still felt bad for subjecting you to the cold.

“Well if that’s the case, can I try to keep winter’s call a little less harsh tonight?”

You snorted at his attempt to sound poetic about his offer to cuddle but nodded anyway.

Immediately, Jungwon wrapped his arms around you and turned over so he was the big spoon, pressing play on the movie that was patiently waiting to be finished.

Throughout the movie, and even after, Jungwon made it a point to kiss the back of your head, your shoulder, and your cheek while holding your hands with his sweater-paws.

Winter was surely on its way but you felt nothing but warmth and safety.

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#jungwon x reader fluff #jungwon #jungwon fluff #enhypen #enhyphen x reader #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #park sunghoon #fluff #truetwirls writes

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jennathearcher · 2 years

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@eyebulb tagged me in a few different ask games, I’m gonna answer all of them in a separate post!!

First: I was tagged to post the song I’m vibing to the most right now

And much like the other Stranger Things fans in the previous thread, I’m addicted to Kate Bush’s Running Up That Hill at the moment :P It’s ironic cause I vastly prefer the Placebo cover, and this show has made me really appreciate the original finally :3

also.......the Purple People Eater song, thanks Jordan Peele

Second: some “get to know me” questions!!

1. Shower or bath? DEFINITELY shower

2. Coffee or tea? Neither really, I prefer pop/soda :P

3. Heels or flats? b o o t s 8D

4. Chips or candy? Candy, especially chocolate!!

5. What do you wear to sleep? Pajama pants and a tank top XD

6. Stick shift or automatic? Bold of you to assume I drive

7. Cats or dogs? YOU’LL NEVER MAKE ME CHOOSE :P

8. Birds or amphibians? Birds, but I love both!!

9. Favorite Ghibli movie? HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE, no contest!!

10. Have you watched Akira? I have not XD

11. Your favorite meal? Pizza, or spaghetti!

12. Small town or big city? I’m definitely a small town girl by default XD

13. Noodles or rice? NOODS!!!!

14. Meat or vegetables? M E A T

15. Makeup or not? I love doing makeup, I’m so proud of myself for learning in recent years how to do my own makeup, but by and large I don’t have the energy to do my makeup unless it’s for an event, at least at the moment!

16. Long hair or short? I like my hair long, I would literally rather suffer through his heat than cut my hair short XD

17. Guys or girls or doesn’t matter? Bi bi bi baby :P

And finally: another Q&A!!

1. Green, red, or yellow apples? Red!!

2. Acrylic, watercolor, or oil paints? I don’t paint much but I’ve had the best experience with acrylic paints!!

3. Books or mangas? BOTH, though mangas are generally easier to read of course XD

4. Black or green tea? No tea for me thanks!!

5. Coffee with or without milk? None at all!!

6. Tea with or without milk? See above

7. Writing or reading? Writing

8. Writing on computer or on paper? Computer

9. Reading on screen or on paper? Paper

10. Snakes, spiders, or frogs? Snakes 8D

11. Scorpios, Cancers, or crabs? Cancers, I’ve known too many Scorpios who turned out to be assholes (no offense to the person who tagged me because they’re lovely)

12. Subtitles or dubbing? D U B S PLEASE!!!!!

13. Painting on canvas or on paper? Canvas is just easier

14. Painting on wood or on cardboard? I’ve actually only painted on cardboard out of the two :P

15. Rain or sunshine? Rain :3

I’m absolutely not going to tag people for each of these, but if anyone sees this and any of the questions catch your fancy, feel free to do them if you want!! And thank you once again for tagging me!! <3

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luckynumbersevenseven · 5 months

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October 22

The man who came up to me at the art show talking pretty fast in a way that i thought i wouldnt vibe w like kinda tweaked and he was wearing a black scarf around his head which did make me hesitate…he said he had overheard me talking about how id slept on ethans inflatable couch that one night and had to piss in a pot in the kitchen because he had gone in and done his 100 post poop squats and occupied the bathroom for a million years. Anyways he told me hed gone to stanford but gotten kicked out right around when all those kids committed suicide (in the wake of or around the same time as that horrible rape) and hed been there studying filmmaking. He said he had just made a film called fucking kill me but spelled weird or something, maybe without the consonants or one word. He said he like to make psychological horror films and when he heard that i was into psychological thrillers (same eavesdropped conversation) hed known i was cool. He told me his full name when introducing himself but i can only remember his middle name. Emerson. And he said theyd called him by his middle name when he worked on floribama shore (an MTV show if id never heard of it) whixh had made him feel like a real southern gentleman. He asked for my full name and asked if he could call me chapin which he kept pronouncing chappin, which was interesting because hed only ever heard me say it and it only seems logical to say it that way if youd read it? You know? I told him my family is from fort lauderdale and he called it the ladidadi which id never heard before. He grew up in miami. He told me about a new movie he wants to make about an interracial couple in 2023 trying to make it as artists in sf (black guy, white girl)……..i was like..huh how about that…….and he told me that the premise of the film..or sort of the intriguing part of the plot is that the couples biggest fears would be actualized on screen. He said that the guy has this irrational fear of his white gf being gang banged by a bunch of black dudes and i remarked that maybe he should unpack that. Yea, he said, on screen, thats what im doing is just unpacking all my trauma. I said people will show up for that. And then he told me some anecdote about him asking an ex to play porn and her putting on black hang bang porn and he said why would he want to see that? A bunch of black dicks! (I was wondering to myself if white dicks would have been better?) And i said something about marginalized groups always being fetishized and not knowing who loves u for u or for societal projections of who u are and who that makes ur partner..he said the same was true of white girls. For some reason, i really wasnt sure i could believe a word he said but i bever had the feeling of needing to shake him. He was smart and easy to talk to and left without being prompted, and he seemed authentically interested in me…more than anyone else loitering outside the art show. It really felt like everything else was background noise. Im waiting for him to email me.

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submissivebarbie · 2 years

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Candyman (1922)

Plot : The Candyman, a murderous soul with a hook for a hand, is accidentally summoned to reality by a skeptic grad student researching the monster's myth.

The Legend : The black son of a slave who grew up in a polite society. Known for his artistic skill. After falling in love with a white woman and having a child her father hires a mob to hunt him down and kill him. They cut off his painting hand and replaced it with a hook. Then smeared with honey he was stung to death.

Review : The film opens with monologue by candyman. There’s a rough sound as the words escape his throat and puts you into a submissive trance. Your now willing to let the movie wash over you. You become his first victim.

Least that’s always the feeling I get when watching candyman. Directed by Bernard Rose and based on the forbidden written by Clive barker. The book and movie are night and day. Candyman set’s on it’s own path with a keen eye. There’s a death right at the start allowing the viewer a glimpse into what’s about to come. There will be violence, there will be blood & there will be scares. We then are shown it’s a story being told about a myth and Helen (Virginia Madsen) is doing a paper on candyman. Threw the film the violence is not only on screen. It’s also deep in the mindset of Helen herself. Thing’s that are done to her such as her partner being adventurous, her psychosis of is candyman real and if he is can she prove she’s a victim of the alleged candyman and the killing’s are not at her hand. The main subject is between Helen and candyman (Tony todd). Without these two actor’s the film would have been forgotten.

Tony Todd plays candyman in a performance I'll never forget. Like Robert Englund in the first nightmare on elm street, dee snider in strangeland and even Kane Hodder as Jason. When these actor’s are on screen it’s always phenomenal and Todd is no exception. Candyman is a victim himself of sins that one should not be brutalized for. He dared to love and because of this he was killed in a brutal manner. Tony as candyman is dominate, he is scary and he is in his own way sympathetic. When Helen first meets him it’s at a level of disbelief. As thing’s keeps happening the body’s pile up and she hears the word’s “Be my victim” she has to face the essence of candyman. Helen starts the film smiling but as time goes on her sanity starts to slip. Virginia does not hold back and her acting rolls on full force threw all the different moods. You feel her performance, her anxiety and desperation.

The urban setting’s of candyman meet the higher class. Rose has no problem showing the divide from the wealthy and the poor. How the difference is not in the skin, or in the actions but how each do the best they have with what they have. I Would go as far to say the wealthy forget the real struggle of life. It’s shown when Helen first goes to Cabrini green. She becomes hesitant when she shows the group outside, she’s in her good clothes and is out of place. We meet a resident who is warry but humble. Inside the apartment you can tell she’s a single parent doing everything she can to survive. This aspect of highs and lows plays a bigger part when the incident’s start happening. Each blackout, each kill not only strips her of wealth but the comforts she’s become accustomed toward. Rose shoots both aspects perfectly, the angle of the shots and my favorite is when Helen finds this big mural of candyman it’s cinematography orgasm.

The Score by glass is unapologetic, it’s my favorite score of all time. In some scenes somber and forgotten. In other’s eerie and alive. The balance creates a haunting séance for the film to stand on. It’s one of the first vinyl scores and my favorite to this date. End thoughts : Candyman in my opinion steers clear of most obstacles into terror perfection. The cast, the cameo’s, the direction all hit a mark so keen it’s breathtaking. If u have not seen candyman and want a film that sets your teeth chattering then watch the film.

5/5

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out-of-control · 2 years

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PREV: MULE

NEXT: AFTERSHOCKS

words: 1670

warnings: alcohol

summary: The boys have a movie night.

Jax has got a headache.

He can't tell if it's legit or psychosomatic, but, as the shitty folk punk singer on stage hits a high note, he resents it bitterly all the same.

The crowd is barely moving; just swaying with some sort of anarchistic kumbaya-or-whatever vibe, so he doesn't have much to do. His thoughts, as they are wont to do whenever he's alone with them, slowly begin to creep down a spiral staircase.

"I can't stop him if he just decides to go," Alice had said, voice crackling over the phone.

"If he shows up on my doorstep he can starve to death there," Jax had snapped, knee-jerk.

"You know Miles," Alice had sighed. "He won't show up on your doorstep, he'll show up in your kitchen."

The acoustic guitar twangs discordantly.

Jax presses a hand to his head.

–

He doesn't get home until late. The doorway to his apartment yawns black and uninviting before him; when he steps through and flicks the lights on, the sickly yellow cast over everything makes him feel nauseous. God, he hates it here.

He wishes he was anywhere else, but he doesn't have the energy to go out. He pulls the freezer open, touches fingertips to chilled glass. Pretty pathetic to get drunk alone at home, he thinks tiredly.

"I'll tell him you're too busy," Alice had said, "But I can't promise anything."

Funny thing is, Jax is taller than his dad. Not by more than an inch, but still. And yet Miles has always seemed to know just how to loom over anyone.

Even across state lines, he’s looming still.

Jax chews on his lip, cold air from the freezer still wafting over him. Then, with a decisiveness he doesn’t quite feel, he flips open his phone.

U EVER SEEN TETSUO THE IRON MAN? he texts Jim.

NO IDEA WHAT THAT EVEN IS, he receives in response.

Jax smiles, ever so faintly, at the tiny glowing screen.

U WANNA SEE IT TONIGHT?

–

When Jim appears in the doorway with a six-pack and a crooked grin, Jax feels like he could kiss him. Jim would probably let him get away with it, too, but Jax refrains anyway, holds himself to a manful hug and a “What’s new?” as the door swings shut.

“I’m gay,” Jim deadpans. Then he gives Jax a light cuff on the shoulder. “Nah, nothing, really.”

Jax smiles, slight but genuine. “Glad to hear it. Sucks when things happen,” he replies, with feeling. Then he steps over to the couch, his laptop already set up on the milk crate coffee table. “Come enter the world of low-budget Japanese body horror cinema with me, James,” he says lasciviously, patting the cushion next to him.

Jim gives him a wary look, but he comes over to sit next to him anyway. “What the fuck did you sign me up for,” he mumbles, and promptly hands Jax a beer.

–

They make their way through the six-pack pretty quickly, but Jax keeps his cellar stocked, so to speak, so they manage to keep the inebriation train rolling just fine. The wisdom of showing a car crash victim a movie about the intersection of flesh and metal occurs to Jax about midway through the flick, but he’s not sure how to ask “Is this giving you flashbacks or something?” without killing the vibe in cold blood. Instead, he just keeps topping up Jim’s glass. It seems to do the job; from what Jax can see in his stolen sideways glances, Jim mostly just looks bewildered.

Denouement. The salaryman and the fetishist fuse into a giant metal cock. Roll credits. Bravo.

Jax shuts the laptop gently and with admirable coordination, then follows his slow downward ooze to its logical conclusion. The floor is cold against his back, but it's kind of nice.

“So that’s a relaxing movie for you?” Jim asks, slightly slurred, peering down at him.

Jax shrugs. “We all cope in different ways.” He tries to say it with a flippant little ha-ha twist to the words, but he's not sure it lands right.

Jim opens his mouth to say something, but it silently hangs open a moment; it seems like there’s too many questions floating around in his brain for him to decide which one to go with. Eventually he just says: “How do you even find shit like that?”

Jax shrugs again. “The magic of the internet,” he says, spreading his hands.

“Did you search ‘movie where people get hit by cars and turn into giant metal dicks’?”

“Yes,” Jax says, trying for a straight face and not quite making it. Maybe it’s the movie night, maybe it’s the beer, maybe it’s Jim, but Jax feels a hell of a lot further from the ledge compared to where he was at before sending out his text.

Jim grins just a little. “Freak.” He slides down onto the floor as well, albeit failing to capitulate to gravity to quite the same extent that Jax has. Jim taps his fingers against his mostly-empty beer can, little sets of three.

“Rhythm section,” Jax says, shaking his head.

Jim raises an eyebrow. “You play rhythm guitar,” he points out.

“Nah,” Jax says, grinning slightly. “I’m not in a band. I don’t play anything guitar. I just fuck around.” He stretches, lifting his hips up off the floor and screwing his eyes shut. When he opens them again, he catches Jim with his eyes zeroed in on the bare strip of skin between Jax’s shirt and his belt. Then Jim’s eyes flick up to Jax’s face, and stay there.

Jax parts his lips, then presses them together. He tilts his head to the side and meets Jim’s gaze casually, though his heart rate is picking up. He suddenly just has this feeling like if Jim touches him everything will feel so much better. Like if he’s got Jim’s hands on him he can forget about the whole mess that is his fucking life, like if there’s one person who wants to get this close to him then it can’t all be so bad.

Jim leans over, then, reaches an arm out and braces it against the floor so that Jax is bracketed in, Jim's pale face hanging above Jax’s. God, the floor is cold.

“Hey,” Jax says, a little raspy.

“Hi,” Jim replies.

They're so close.

Fuck it, Jax thinks clearly, and then he surges up and kisses Jim.

Sensory burst, lips to tongue to chest to stomach to groin and back again. As Jim kisses him, Jax leans back and draws a leg up, grabbing at Jim’s jacket with one hand to pull him close, the other clutching Jim’s skull, fingers entwined in his hair. Jim yanks Jax’s shirt up with his free hand and Jax moans quietly into Jim's mouth with a shudder. He’s vaguely aware of milk crates and folding chairs, empty cans and the bottle they'd turned to after exhausting the six-pack perched precariously around him, but he closes his eyes, tries to shut out everything but Jim. If he can just focus on one thing– one good thing–

Their lips break apart, followed by Jim’s hand slipping off Jax’s skin as he loses his own battle with gravity. He lies down on the floor next to Jax, shoulders brushing together ever so slightly. “Shit,” Jim huffs quietly to the ceiling, sounding amused at himself.

"Smooth," Jax croaks.

“Shut up before I do it for you,” Jim grumbles.

Jax tries to figure out how to say "Please do," without actually having to say, "Please do," and after a few frantic seconds settles on:

No, wait, he didn't settle on anything. He's still just lying there thinking really slowly and not saying a word.

He'd really like Jim to go back to kissing him.

It's a hell of a lot easier than thinking.

Jim looks over at him, blinking a few times. Like he’s giving Jax another moment to think it over. “Really? Nothing?”

"I think I'm too horny for banter," Jax admits.

“Ah, fuck.” Jim props himself on one of his elbows and leans over to kiss Jax. “I kinda wanted to have to do it myself,” he murmurs against his lips.

And, oh God, is it nice. Is it easy. So easy, for Jax to mumble, "Well, you can try it anyway. Whatever you were planning on, I mean."

Jim’s other hand finds its way onto Jax’s neck and he kisses him again. “Oh, I was going to,” Jim assures him. His hand moves lower, back down Jax’s chest, and his lips follow. Feeling paradoxically fragile and bulletproof, Jax pulls his shirt over his head, discards it. Jim presses a kiss right to the center of Jax’s sternum and Jax thinks he’s fucked. Jim’s hands come to rest on Jax’s waistband and Jax thinks he wants Jim to stay here forever.

The clink of a heavy belt buckle being undone. The drag of skin against skin.

Desperately clinging to Jim’s jacket, hair spikes flattened against the freezing hardwood floor, Jax’s lips form the shapes of three words. His vocal cords stay motionless, and in the dim light Jim doesn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.

–

He lets Jim convince him to move to the bed, and he lets Jim wrap himself around him, and none of it is hard, exactly, but it makes his chest ache in a way he’s not sure he likes and not sure he dislikes, either.

His phone buzzes on the nightstand; he snakes an arm out to check it and finds a text from Alice.

I talked him out of going; you're welcome.

He sets the phone back down with a click.

A moment of stillness in the bed. A hesitation, maybe. Then Jim wordlessly rolls over, onto Jax, the side of his face resting on Jax’s chest. Jax slings an arm around him and shuts his eyes. He feels Jim let out a long, slow exhale, like he’d been holding onto something.

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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can I please request for prompts 2, 5, 10, 12 for hard&soft dom!heeseung and an innocent!fem!s/o from enhypen smut prompt list? prompt no. 5 to be said by the reader while the rest by heeseung

A/N: forgive me if there r any typos lol i hope u like it :)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), degredation, slight corruption kink

Word count: 2.4 k

You cling onto your boyfriend’s arm as another jumpscare appears on the movie screen. He giggles at you. “Is it gone yet?” you whisper and he nods.

Today was your four month anniversary with Heeseung and you decided to treat him by taking him to a scary movie he’s been wanting to see.You’re not a huge fan of them but you figured it’d be a way for you to cuddle him without raising too much suspicion.

He kept a hand on your thigh throughout the movie, occasionally squeezing and rubbing it over your pants.

You try to ignore the film by keeping your eyes on him. His hands, his legs, his hands, his profile. Anything to distract yourself from the poor family being killed on the screen.

It isn’t long before the movie ends and you walk out to Heeseung’s car.

“The brother was such an idiot. Why didn’t he just call the police?” he says while starting the engine. (haha engene lol sorry)

“The police can’t stop ghosts.” you chuckle.

“Maybe NASA could’ve figured something out.” he grabs your thigh again, it’s kind of his thing. “I’m surprised you survived.”

“Yup, my love for you overcomes my hatred for horror movies.”

He smiles and leans over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Let’s go to my place.” he says and you frown.

“But all the boys-”

He cuts you off. “The maknaes aren’t there, they’re paintballing in Itaewon.”

You groan. “Fine.”

The boys’ dorm is never your first choice which is understandable without elaboration. But you try not to get annoyed and instead enjoy living in the moment.

He has the windows cracked open and the wind is whipping through his hair, making him look like a moviestar.

Sunghoon and Jake are in their own rooms when you get there so at least there’s some peace and quiet.

Heeseung plops onto his bed. “Come here sweetheart.” he says with his arms out to you.

You smile and snuggle up to him, resting your head on his chest.

He pets your hair and kisses your forehead. “You’re so pretty.”

“You’re prettier.” you say and he chuckles.

“Nuh uh.” he says and sits up. “Lemme see your pretty face.”

You sit up too as he holds your face delicately in his hands. “You’re so gorgeous I wanna kiss you everywhere.” he kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, and your nose, your eyelids, then your jaw, and down, down, down your neck. Your heart beat starts to speed up. You never tell him, but your neck is your weakness. He finally pulls away to give you a proper kiss on the lips.

“C’mere.” he says and pulls you onto his lap. You let out a small squeal.

He holds your waist tight as he kisses you again, this time slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moan a bit, enjoying the sensation.

You guys had made out before and even grinded a bit but it never went further than that. Not because you didn’t want it. Of course you wanted it. There have been nights where you spent hours imagining what it would be like. You already knew that he’d be sweet, but you kind of wanted more than that. You wanted him to take control and boss you around. Maybe today will be the day, you think to yourself.

You start to slowly rock your hips against his and he lets out a low groan. His fingers travel up your hoodie and he’s delighted to find out that you aren’t wearing a bra. He massages you and pinches your nipples a bit as you grind on his hard on. You’re already so stimulated, you could cum just like this.

Heeseung’s curious as to why you’re acting like this today. Usually by now it’d be over, but why would he complain about you being naughty, especially when it’s been such a big fantasy of his to corrupt you. His darling little girlfriend who checks in with her parents everyday and wouldn’t dare to skip school all sprawled out under him, whimpering and begging for release. God, he could think about it all day.

He flips you onto your back and pushes your hoodie up, exposing your torso. Your arms fly to cover yourself.

“Stop that princess,” he kisses your stomach. “Let me see you.”

You slowly pull your arms away and he goes right to kissing your chest. “So perfect.” he whispers, rolling his tongue over your nipples.

You’re already squirming underneath him, eager for him to touch you somewhere else. And as if he read your mind, his fingers start to play with the band of your pants.

He quickly unbuttons them and slides them off your legs.

“Can I touch you?” he asks and you nod eagerly.

“I’ve never done this before.” you admit.

“That’s okay,” he kisses your knee. “Just relax.”

He kisses your neck, licking it and nipping at it, leaving a blooming bruise. Your body tenses as he circles your clit.

“I didn't know you were this sensitive.” he smiles.

You feel your face heat up. It’s kind of embarrassing. He was barely touching you plus it was on top of your underwear.

“I’m just teasing baby.” he kisses your cheek and continues the circling motion.

Soft moans leave your mouth as he does so. He pulls away and notices a wet patch already forming on your underwear.

His fingers slip into the waistband. “Can I touch you here?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “Please?”

“You submit to me so well,” he nips at your neck. “I love it.”

His fingers find your slit and you whine.

“So fucking wet,” he whispers as he rubs your clit. “Did I get you that worked up princess?”

You nod pathetically, already drunk on his touch.

He circles around your hole for a bit before slowly pushing his middle finger into you. You hold on tight to his arm, getting used to the foreign feeling.

He pumps it in and out of you a couple of times. “You ready for another one?”

You nod and whine as his ring finger stretches you out.

“You’re doing so good.” he whispers and kisses your forehead.

Your moans get more and more needy as he curls his fingers in you hitting a spot that you’ve never felt before.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“Feel good?” he asks and you nod. “I bet it does.”

He shifts down and settles his face between your legs.

“Wait what are you doing?” you ask him, shutting your knees. “I want to taste you,” he says. “Is that okay?”

You contemplate for a moment. The thought of it makes you a bit shy but then you imagined how good it would feel and that won over everything. “Yeah.” you nod and he smiles.

His fingers are still curling in you as he kisses your thighs, leaving small marks on the way down to where you need it the most.

After what feels like years, his tongue finally finds your clit. Your thighs shut from the sudden pleasure.

He chuckles. “Keep em open baby.” he uses his free hand to keep you spread.

He moans into you. “Tastes so fucking good.”

It’s so much to take in at once; his fingers in you, his tongue drawing circles on your clit, the vibrations you feel every time he groans. You feel overstimulated but in the best way possible.

Your fingers tug on his hair as your thighs begin to tremble.

“Don’t stop don’t stop,” you cry out.

His grip on you tightens and he moans into you, encouraging you to cum in his mouth.

A string of curse words leaves your lips as you reach your high, and it’s the hardest you’ve ever came in your life. It’s like you’re floating up in the clouds, and you never want to come back down.

Heeseung kisses you, giving you a taste. He holds you tight in his arms and tries to calm your shaky breathing.

“You did so good doll.” he kisses your cheek.

You hold onto him as your heart rate goes down to normal.

“Here let me go get you a towel.” he starts get off the bed but you grab his arm.

“Wait we’re done?” you ask and he looks at you. “Do you wanna keep going?” he asks and you nod.

“Yes,” you say and he chuckles.

He sits back down onto the bed. “I didn’t expect that.”

You climb on top of him and give him a passionate kiss, sliding your hands under his hoodie.

He pulls it over his head with ease.

You admire his lean body for a moment before kissing his neck and his collar bones. “Can you fuck me please?” you ask him.

He smirks. “Your wish is my command.” he flips you over onto your back and unbuttons his black jeans. Just watching him do it makes you wet.

He climbs over you, rubbing his tip on your clit. He sighs into your neck.

“You ready princess?” he asks and you nod vigorously.

He slowly pushes into you and you wince a bit from the stretch.

“Ow ow ow.” you say quietly and he stops.

“You okay? Does it hurt a lot?” he asks.

“It’s not bad.” you say through gritted teeth.

He kisses you, giving you time to adjust to his length. He pets your hair and tells you how gorgeous you look.

“Please start moving.” you ask him and he listens, slowly thrusting in and out of you.

“Fuck,” he moans. “So fucking tight.”

You whimper so loud as his tips brushes against your g-spot that you clamp your hand over your mouth, worried that Sunghoon and Jake would pick up on what was going on.

He pulls your hand away. “Be louder, I want them to hear you.”

“But-”

“Do as I say sweetheart.” he cuts you off.

Of course you melt under him. How could you not. He’s so perfect. He’s the type of boy that only exists in books.

“What a good girl,” he kisses your shoulder. “Look how well you take it.”

You grab a pillow and cover your face with it, you can’t help but want to conceal your moans.

He throws it off and grabs your jaw hard. “What’d I say about that? Don’t you want them to know how much of a slut you are for me?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Speak up when I talk to you.” he says sternly. His words make you throb and he notices. “Do you like it when I’m mean?” he smirks at you.

“Yeah,” you admit, sheepishly.

“There you go again being all quiet, keep that up and I’ll edge you until you’re begging.” he threatens you with a good time.

“What if I want you to do that anyway.” you say flirtatiously.

He raises an eyebrow. “I can make that happen.”

His thumb finds your clit and the sensation of him rubbing you and his cock ramming in and out of your pussy sends you so close over the edge.

The look on your face is so angelic and hopeless, you’re better than anything he could imagine.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” he kisses you. “You look so pretty while being fucked.”

He snaps his hips into yours and your eyes roll back.

“Just like that.” you whine.

“How bad do you want it?” he asks you.

“So bad,” you say out of desperation. At this point you don’t care. Heeseung had taken over your mind, ego, and pride. “You feel so fucking good inside of me.”

He smiles. “How could such a sweet voice say such dirty words.” Then all of the sudden he pulls out. You nearly cry out from the unexpected emptiness.

“What the fuck,” you swear at him.

“You’re the one who asked for this.” he says, still slowly rubbing your clit.

You whimper. “I take it back. I need you.”

“No take backs sweetheart.” he tsks.

He kisses your chest and pinches at your nipples. You writhe under him, needing him in you.

After what feels like an eternity but is probably a minute or so, he slams back into you and right after being satisfied, he pulls out again.

“Heeseung please,” you whine. “Please I’ve been good haven’t I?”

“You have, but I like doing this to you.” he kisses you. “Who knew my innocent girl would be begging for my cock like this.”

You pull at his waist. “I need it.” you tell him in the sweetest voice you could get out.

He sighs. “I’ll never win.” he kisses you again before pushing into you.

“Fuck yes,” you moan in relief. “Faster please.”

Thank god he listens to you.

You cling onto his back, pushing your nails into his skin a bit. It only takes thirty seconds to get you on the edge and Heeseung can tell by the way your moans are getting high pitched.

“Cum on this cock sweetheart,” he says lowly. “Be a good girl for me.”

And just like that, your whimpering his name like it’s the only word you know; like it’s your mantra.

“That’s it baby,” he whispers. “Just like that.”

Your pussy pulsing around him sends him into euphoria and he groans into your neck.

You don’t even realize the tears on your cheeks until he pointed it out. He looks at you in shock and holds your face in his hands. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck I’m so sorry pumpkin I-”

“No no it just felt really good,” you giggle. “I didn’t even know I started crying.”

“Oh thank god,” he sighs in relief and kisses your forehead. “You’re the best pussy I’ve ever had you know.”

You laugh. “Stop it, you sound like a man whore.”

“Just being honest.” he smiles and pulls you into his arms.

“Shit,” you curse to yourself.

“What is it?”

“Jake and Sunghoon definitely heard us.” you say, wide eyed.

“Yeah probably,” he says “they probably got off on it too.”

Your face twists in disgust and you shove him in the shoulder.

He cackles. “I mean wouldn’t you?”

You think to yourself. “Yeah I probably would.”

#enhypen smut #Heeseung smut #Kpop smut

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elysianslove · 3 years

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Hiii! I loved your Iwa fluff headcanons and was wondering if you could do one with Suna? thanks <3

yesyesyes i would love to!!! iwaizumi’s version.

↬ when suna was younger, he really, really wanted a pet bunny. like he really, really loved bunnies, and would beg his parents day and night for one. he even made a really badly edited powerpoint on bunnies and why he deserves one (aside the editing, it was a very persuasive powerpoint. they filmed him while he presented it and the video haunts him to this day). his parents were relentless, though, and didn’t get him his bunny. instead, though, they surprised him with a cat. a cat isn’t as high maintenance since they’re very independent creatures, but can also be very fun. they figured any pet would make him happy. they were wrong. suna hated her so much and would never interact with her. like to the point where he nicknamed her “bitch” and now she mainly answers to that instead of her name. but all that only worked against him, and the cat just kept getting more and more attached to him.

↬ suna now loves her so much, and she’s just as attached to him. like he would kill for her, honestly. it’s his cat >>> everyone else. he has an album on his phone dedicated to pictures and videos of only her, and her bed is in his room because she always ends up sleeping there anyways. he realized later on when he grew older that a cat was the perfect animal for him, and he’s not sure if it’s a parents thing and they really knew or they were just winging it and hoping for the best, but she’s his favorite ever and he would risk it all for her.

↬ his favorite sleeping position with her would be when he’s casually laying on his back scrolling through his phone and she comes and crawls along him to lay on his chest. the warmth he feels within his chest like he just gets so giddy.

↬ suna is crazy obsessed with serial killer documentaries, horror movies, unsolved mysteries, everything like that. his favorite pastime is watching and reading these things, but honestly, it’s not even a like, “wow that’s so cool,” and more of a, “suna what is wrong with you???” type of thing, because he’s the type to have like insidious 2 in the background as he does his homework or gets ready or something. it’s kind of scary how unfazed he is with things like that.

↬ but! yeah he’s extremely brave when it comes to horror movies, borderline unhinged, but his biggest fear? his phobia, if you will? spiders. insects in general, really. he will scream like a sixth grader that’s yet to hit puberty if he sees a spider crawling near him. once he was peeing in the miya twins’ bathroom and some kind of cockroach crawling on the wall and nearly fainted. thank god he was already peeing because he would’ve pissed his pants either way. it’s so embarrassing for him, so he’s so good at hiding it. he just freezes impossibly when he notices an insect and doesn’t take his eye off of it until someone else notices it and kills it. there was this instance when they were at a training camp and he kept feeling as if something was crawling on him, but assumed it was just really hot and his skin was tingling from that. something was crawling on him, though, and it was not just really hot. Top 10 Most Traumatic Moments of his life, especially because atsumu’s first instinct was to record the whole thing.

↬ suna is extremely, and i mean extremely, touch-starved. physical touch has always made him uncomfortable for a reason unknown to him, so he never really accepted hugs or kisses from his family, and would feel so icky if he was roped into a group hug b by his teammates. so when he met you, he thought you’d be so against the fact that he’s uncomfortable with it, because who would want a partner that doesn’t wanna touch or be touched? turns out he actually craves it, and needs it badly, he just needed to take his own time and pace approaching it, and with how understanding you were, he doubted he could ever figure this out without you. he just took it slow, you know? but the more he touched you — held your hand, pinched your cheek, rested his head on your shoulder, pecked your lips for a few seconds longer than last time — the more he wanted you.

↬ when suna became comfortable with the thought and idea that yeah, he actually craves physical touch so damn bad, he wouldn’t stop touching you every second he could. he became insanely clingy, no matter if you were in public or alone. just always has a hand on you at all times. when he’s alone with you, he’s always trying to cuddle with you. you wanna sit and chill on your phone and not really talk? sure, just come do it with your head on his chest. you wanna watch a movie and munch on some popcorn and possibly share a drink? of course he’d love to! just come sit between his legs with your popcorn on your lap so he can steal some and also offer you some sips from the drink. you don’t wanna hug him after a game cause he’s too sweaty? that’s too bad, he wasn’t asking for permission. so you see, suna is a clingy mf. like latches onto you like a koala clingy <3

↬ suna’s music taste is very diverse. his favorite genre is alternative and rock, like the neighborhood, arctic monkeys, etc, but he also loves, loves loves glitchcore music, but also will un-ironically listen to kpop, and rap, and hannah montana’s old music too because why not. he just doesn’t care. if a song is good, it’s good. so what if it caters to a bunch of 12 year olds and not him? who decides that anyways?

↬ suna is very good at hair. like so good. as his sister started to get older, and her hair grew longer, she would sometimes ask him to do it for her before school. at first he was terrible at it, except maybe ponytails cause his hair was long enough at some point to push back into a ponytail, but everything else like parting her hair for pigtails or doing braids or a bun… he was just awful. so, in response, he’d just practice. he’d watch videos as he’s doing his little sister’s hair and be so focused, with his tongue sticking out a little and his eyes squinting as he tries to get it accurate. eventually, he becomes a master at it! you find this out when one day, as you’re just over at his house, his sister comes into his room with a hair tie and a brush and he just carries her up onto his lap and braids her hair as he chats with you and it was so endearing and so impressive and you genuinely believe that was the moment you realized you were in love with him.

↬ he offers to do your hair for you all the time now!! especially if you’ve just showered and are too lazy to brush it and tie it in some way, so he does it for you. he’s actually so, very gentle when brushing your hair, you don’t even feel a thing. if anything, it makes you really sleepy.

↬ when he joined the national team and started to become more and more of a public figure, he’d send you really explicit fan art of him and other teammates he was shipped with just to piss you off. if he was feeling really bold, he’d send you smut written about him. he says he wants to make you jealous. he just wants to provoke you in every way possible, really. one time someone made an edit plot twisting you and him to him and like atsumu so he downloaded video star and made such a bad edit of you and him and posted it on his twitter and instagram and it went viral. like it was one of those edits of just pictures flipping and hearts flashing and lights spasming all over the screen it was so bad it made you cry with laughter. that was his way of telling the world, no one but this person for me, right here <3

↬ i think he’d be very good at doing chores and cleaning and all that, despite how lazy he is. i just think it’s a habit kind of thing, where he grew up doing laundry and making his bed and cleaning his room and washing the dishes that he genuinely doesn’t mind doing it cause it’s natural for him. and he’s learnt to enjoy it.

↬ suna’s favorite color was deep, deep purple at some point, but now it’s between green and black.

↬ he’s caught up with all seasons of keeping up with the kardashians. please don’t ask him why, he doesn’t even know.

↬ once when you were out with him you just gave him a rock that was on the floor and he’s kept that rock with him ever since. like it’s in the drawer next to his bed and sometimes he just takes it out and holds it in his hand while he’s doing homework or scrolling through his phone.

↬ he spams you a lot. like at any time time of the day he just sends you a million videos of him doing the most mundane things; he sends you a video of him eating some almonds and at the end it’s just him going, “i’s good,” or him lip-syncing a song you sent him to listen to, or him trying to do eyeliner because why not. or maybe it’s pictures of him and it’s always ridiculous: him exaggerating him thinking, and then captioning it “thinking,” or just a picture of him on the roof with a peace sign and a pretty smile, or a close up photo of his face saying, “miss u.”

↬ he also spams you with memes all the time. and there’s no set type, it’s just all kinds. really corny memes and really cursed memes, wholesome memes and also memes that bully you. it’s all about the versatility.

↬ suna loves to sleep, he really does, but before meeting you, the only place where he could properly fall into a deep sleep was his bed. after meeting you, anywhere where you were next to him was the perfect place to sleep. if he had your presence near him he could sleep, it didn’t matter, especially if he was resting on your lap or shoulder or gripping onto your hand or resting his legs on your lap. he just wants you close to him, you know? like he feels so safe and comfortable when you’re around, it kind of scares him if he’s honest.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #suna x reader #suna headcanons #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro headcanons #suna fluff #sal's fluff tag <3

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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lollipop, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You and your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, were supposed to have a nice movie date, but somehow get sidetracked once you whip out that strawberry-flavored lollipop. Who would have guessed?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, public sex in a movie theater tsk tsk, palming, fingering, edging, no one finishes, welp); fluff; non-idol!BTS; cute but dirty XD inspired by candy - BAEKHYUN this is for @gowayyeonjun, you know why :)

“Where’d you get that?”

“Get what?”

Your boyfriend narrowed his eyes at you and pointed to your mouth. “That.”

Your lips curved into a slow smile. Pink tongue sliding out, curling around the hard confection. Your fingers spun the thin white stick slowly, pulling it out of your mouth. Jeon Jungkook’s dark brown eyes followed the movement, becoming darker with every soft flick of your tongue, pressing the tip against the lollipop and smearing sticky sweetness all over your taste buds.

“Got it when I went to the dentist.”

Jungkook pursed his lips, disbelieving. “They give out candy to adults?”

The strawberry flavor invaded your mouth. “I asked for it.”

“Share.”

You raised an eyebrow. “No.”

Jungkook puffed his cheeks. He held up the things in his hands. “Then I guess you don’t want any jellies, chocolates, or pop rocks, do you?”

You opened your mouth wider and placed the lollipop on the middle of your tongue, swiping it up and down, up and down, slow, sugary, sticky, turning your tongue red with the hard candy. Jungkook bit his lip, breathing becoming shallow, his grip on the bags of sweets tightening.

“Stop it,” he chided.

“Then share your candy with me.”

You rolled the strawberry lollipop in your mouth, coating it with saliva. He nearly moaned.

“Stop… We’re in the movie theater...” Jungkook breathed, leaning over the armrest.

You lowered your lashes, closing your lips slightly, popping the confection into your mouth. Out of your mouth. Soft, gentle pops, in, out, in, out. You could hear patrons settling into their seats, but you two were in the back. If anyone turned around though, they would definitely notice Jungkook closing in on you, panting needily, his gray hoodie spilling over the armrest, dumping the bags of candy he had brought earlier into your lap.

“Please…”

Jungkook leaned in to kiss you and you shoved the lollipop between his lips. He grimaced, frowning as you smiled pleasantly, smearing it over his lips and coating them.

“Oh no,” you purred. “You got something on your face.”

And then you pulled the lollipop away, pressing your lips to his, licking off the candied syrup, Jungkook moaning in your mouth, grabbing your face and kissing you greedily, tangling his tongue with your strawberry-flavored one, breath hot against your skin. You snickered, licking his lips one more time before backing away. Jungkook whimpered, chewing on his lip as he opened his eyes slowly, dark eyes cloudy with lust.

“… L-Let’s leave.”

You popped the lollipop back in your mouth and collected the bags of candy in your lap. “Why? Movie’s going to start soon.”

Jungkook thinned his mouth into a line and pushed the armrest between you two up, scooting closer to you. He grabbed your hand and put it on the crotch of his black jeans.

“This is why.”

You shifted the lollipop in your mouth from side to side. You knew Jungkook was watching your lips, growling as he placed his chin on your shoulder. You rubbed your palm against his growing hardness.

“Hmm, but I have jellies to eat.”

“Come on…”

The lights around you dimmed and the previews began to start. You slipped your fingers under the hem of his hoodie and Jungkook yelped sharply as you drummed his hot skin with your cool touch. You turned your head and frowned at him.

“Hey! Be quiet.”

Someone shushed you two from a few rows below.

“Yeah, Jungkook,” you whispered, dancing your fingers up and down his abs. “Be quiet.”

Jungkook buried his face in your white fleecy jacket, moaning softly as your nails traced patterns on his stomach. “Stop…”

Your hand slid down, outlining the bulge in his pants. “You sure you want me to stop?” you murmured teasingly, slipping your fingertip under the zipper flap, brushing against the metal.

He pressed his lips on your earlobe, gasping. “N-No…” You heard him swallow hard, pressing his hips back into the plushy red seat as you played with the button of his jeans. “But someone will see… Or hear me…”

Ah, but you knew your boyfriend well. His hands were wrapped around your upper arm, holding tight, needy pants in your ear, egging you on. You slowly teased the metal button out of the hole. He shuddered as it came free.

“No one’s going to see. We’re in the back.”

You reached up and plucked the lollipop from your mouth. Turned slightly to see Jungkook’s head leaned against you, long black hair spilling over your shoulder, eyes glazed over, mouth open, lips glossy and pink.

“Here you go, love,” you cooed, sliding the strawberry lollipop into his mouth. His lips closed around it, whimpering quietly in his throat. “Be quiet now.”

The movie was starting, but neither of you noticed.

The zipper was going down, accompanied by dramatic music from the opening scene, but your eyes were on Jungkook and his handsome face, the dim light casting shadows all over his sharp features, lollipop stick poking out of his mouth. He sucked in a breath as you palmed him through his underwear, feeling him swell at your touch. He mumbled your name around the hand candy.

“Hm?”

“Go under.”

“What do I get?” you breathed, teasing him by hooking a finger over the waistband of his boxer briefs and caressing his warm skin.

Jungkook reached over and fumbled for the zipper of your fleece jacket, stopping as the sound of the movie stilled, then continued as it got loud again with dialogue and action, lowering it halfway and slipping his hand under the coat.

“Did you wear that dress I like?” he murmured.

“Find out.”

His lips curled into a pleased grin as he touched the satin fabric of his favorite dress of yours, the plum wrap dress with the deep neckline. Jungkook liked this dress for many reasons. One, cleavage. Two, easy access. Three, because you looked fucking hot in it.

And four.

He gasped as his fingers brushed against the hardened nub.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” Jungkook breathed, nearly dropping the lollipop.

“Mmm, I wasn’t going to take off my coat anyway.”

Your hand sat on top of his cock, only the thin fabric of the underwear between you and his stiff length. You stroked him with your fingertips as he played with your nipples, rubbing his hands all over, sucking on the lollipop, trying not to moan. Good thing this was an action movie, because there was a lot of loud gunfire masking the tight squeak that escaped Jungkook’s lips as you wrapped your fingers around his clothed bulge and began to roll your palm into his hardness.

“A-ah, don’t…”

“I can zip you back up,” you purred, but he pinched your nipple. You had to bite back your own moan.

“I m-meant, don’t stop…”

He pressed his fingertip on your nipple and rubbed it in slow circles. You leaned back in your seat, bags of sweets sliding in your lap, temporarily forgotten as you rubbed his length, right there in the back of the movie theater, both of you staring into each other’s eyes, the lollipop stick trapped in Jungkook’s pretty pink lips. He reached in your coat with his other hand, both hands now gently cupping your breasts and pushing your nipples around with his thumbs. You could feel a wet spot beginning to grow at the front of his boxer briefs, pre-cum soaking the fabric.

“U-Use your nails… run them over the head…”

Your nails trailed down, gently scraping at the tip of his cock through the thin fabric. His hips quivered; thin, slight whimpers trapped in his throat. The wet spot was getting bigger and bigger, and you switched between your nails and rubbing his pre-cum in slow circles on the head.

Jungkook was losing his mind under you.

You leaned over and nudged his chin with your nose, kissing his neck, moving your chest closer to him so he could get a better grip and give you the pleasure you wanted. The sweets slid to the side, trapped between your bag and your thigh. You lapped at the space right between his collarbones, Jungkook gasping lightly, squeezing your breasts. Placed your lips on that spot and sucked hard, him trembling under you as he silenced his moan.

“Feeling good?”

You had left him a nice hickey.

“Mm-hmm…”

You heard the movie sounds quiet down, slowing to a more serious point in the story. Your hand matched the pace, gradually stopping, your palm blanketing the wet spot and pressing down in the head. And Jungkook couldn’t say anything, breathing hard against your hair, trying to hump your hand without making his chair squeak, but it was impossible. You simply waited, not reacting to his insistent tugs of your nipples. Unlike him, you could control yourself pretty well if you wanted to.

That fact annoyed Jungkook to no end.

You were pretty sure there was some deep character development going on, and you were also pretty sure Jungkook did not give a fucking shit about this character’s sad arc. He was probably glaring daggers at the movie screen. You took the chance to slip a finger in the opening that was always in men’s underwear. Honestly, what was that for anyway? It baffled you, but in times like these, it was useful.

You stroked a line down his pulsing cock.

You heard a crack as the strawberry lollipop snapped in half from the force of Jungkook’s teeth grinding down.

You had to bite your tongue to avoid giggling. Jungkook was becoming increasingly frustrated, gripping your tits tightly, completely forgetting that he had been in the middle of teasing you. Your finger lowered, spreading the pre-cum over the head and onto the slit. Crack, crack, crack. The lollipop was being crushed to powder by his teeth, barely audible behind his closed lips, but you could hear it because you were right at his throat, pressing your lips against his neck.

The whines in his chest were almost silent, vibrating your lips as you glided over his hot skin, blood pumping through his veins.

Deep dramatic music. It was certainly dramatic in Jungkook’s pants right now as you placed two fingers around the sides of his cock and slid them up and down his length. His hands dropped, urgently searching for the lower flap of your dress and gliding under the smooth fabric, finding the lace of your panties.

You pulled back a little as the action started up again, both on screen and in between your thighs, his long fingers stroking your slit, your juices soaking through. You could smell the strawberry scent from Jungkook’s lips, see his hooded eyes staring down at you as you rubbed him through his underwear again, matching his pace on your pussy.

“Want you so bad,” he whispered, holding the lollipop stick with his teeth.

You smirked.

There was a loud explosion. Some people in the audience below gasped.

You whipped Jungkook’s cock out of his underwear.

His eyes widened, dropping the lollipop stick and you caught it, tsking softly. Some high action tension was happening on the screen as you shoved the stick into the cupholder. Jungkook always put napkins in there before every movie. He liked being clean.

You were the dirty one.

Well, maybe naughty was a better word.

You pumped him, shielding his cock with your fleece coat, his finger fishing for your clit as he clenched his jaw, pressing his head back into the seat. You smiled as he found it, rubbing fast and hard. A tense showdown happening behind you, the hero skirting around in the night as you furiously jacked Jungkook off with his finger on your clothed clit matching your pace.

The hero was confronting the enemy for the first time, accusing him.

You tightened your grip, faster and faster, tremors racking Jungkook’s torso.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook gasped softly.

The enemy taunted the hero, killing an important side character.

You gripped the swollen head of his cock and cutoff his orgasm sharply. Jungkook slapped a hand over his mouth as the gunshot went off, hissing and squeezing his eyes shut.

“N-No…” he murmured behind his tight fingers. Some important character development was happening as you started up again. “P-Please…”

“Shh,” you purred, wiggling up. Jungkook removed his hand from his mouth, slipping his finger under the lace of your panties. You pressed your forehead against his, his black hair brushing your cheeks.

“Wanna cum, please…” he breathed against your lips, so quiet even you barely heard him.

“I know, love. But you can’t.”

He whined quietly, feeling how wet you were, dipping his fingers into it.

“You want me to stop?” you asked gently.

“No…” His eyes were so dark, pupils blown wide. “Keep going.”

Your pussy throbbed as Jungkook slid two fingers in, thrusting slowly to avoid making noise because you were so aroused, pussy absolutely drenched. You started up again, up and down his stiff length, building up speed. The hero was collecting his friends, gaining support of his fellow comrades and rebuilding his resolve as your brought Jungkook to the edge once again, panting against his lips as he slid his fingers in and out of you, making you feel so good, his thumb knuckle rubbing your clit at the same time.

“You’re so wet…” Jungkook exhaled, breath hot. “Wanna be in here so bad.”

You could tell he was getting close again, so close, his lashes fluttering as you got him there, nudging him closer and closer that tipping point, just before, moments before…

You pressed your lips against his, grasping the head firmly as you stopped his orgasm again. He cried out in your mouth, muffled by your kiss and the romantic music playing as the hero confronted his love interest. Rising sexual tension between the hero and said love interest.

You opened your eyes to Jungkook’s pleading gaze, imploring you to finish him off. You could almost hear his voice, knowing exactly what he would say. You’d done this time and time again, in various settings, although perhaps never in such a quiet place.

Please, please, let me cum. Wanna cum so bad for you. Wanna show you how good you make me feel.

One of your eyebrows arched, lips still on his.

But we’re out in public, Jungkook. Everyone’s going to see how naughty you are.

He stared into your eyes, breathing in rapid, shallow gasps, right into your mouth.

Please, I need it. You’re not being fair. You always make me feel so good. Please…

Your thumb slid up, rubbing pre-cum on the velvety skin of the engorged head. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head, shivering at the sensation. His fingers began moving inside you again, and now you both climbed together on that mountain, chasing the pleasure.

The action on the screen became more intense, nearing the final confrontation.

You stroked him hard and fast. He shoved his fingers into you, stimulating your clit at the same time, coating his fingers with your juices, your mouth over his to muffle his cries, his eyes telling you, it’s so good, you’re so good, I love you, please don’t stop, please, I need this, I need you, don’t stop, and you could almost hear it because his lips were moving against yours, forming your name, desperately trying to get you there without making too much sound.

There was a lot of tense stuff going on behind you and a whole lot more happening in your hand and mouth right now.

Jungkook hips bucked in the seat. There was a sharp explosion and all seemed lost for the hero. You moaned softly into Jungkook’s mouth and he groaned as the action hit its peak.

You wrapped your fingers around the throbbing head, squeezing tightly. Jungkook nearly screamed, orgasm cut short once again, digging his fingers into you and stopping your pleasure as well. You bit back your disappointment. Lots of things were happening on the screen, enough action that you could detach your lips from Jungkook’s, his low hiss soft, but deadly.

“Why?” he whispered hotly, puffing his cheeks.

“What are you gonna do, cum on my coat?” you shot back, affronted but playful.

“It’s white!”

You ticked an eyebrow amusedly. “Ah, but the movie’s almost over.”

Some nice closure was happening on the screen, but this was not the case for you or Jungkook.

Jungkook thinned his lips into a line, thoroughly irritated, but also aware that he asked for it. He pulled his fingers out of you, and you took his wrist, guiding them to his mouth. His lashes lowered, quiet erotic moan leaving his throat as he licked off your taste.

“Tastes nice with the strawberry,” he mumbled as he righted his clothes, tucking himself back in and rezipping his pants. He looked up as the closing scene was playing, the hero encountering the tough heroine and professing his love. Except that wasn’t what Jungkook was looking at, because you were in front of him, coat open and tits out, bouncing them in your palms, hard nipples poking out due to the cool air.

Jungkook’s eyes bulged out of his head, gesturing violently for you to close your fleece jacket.

You grinned and scooped your breasts back into your dress. Jungkook looked both disappointed and relieved as the closing credits played. The lights brightened once again. Jungkook scanned the audience, trying to see if anyone noticed.

“I never got to eat my jellies,” you pouted, shoving the bags of sweets into your bag.

“And I never got to watch the movie,” Jungkook snapped, taking the napkins and the lollipop stick, shoving the trash in his hoodie pocket.

You waited until he turned back to face you.

“Next time I’ll let you be then.”

“No, no,” Jungkook said instantly, swooping down and cupping your cheeks. “You don’t have to.”

“Hmm, you’re so upset though.” You stood up and Jungkook followed, taking your hand and holding it tightly. You squeezed his fingers back.

“I’m not upset,” he muttered. “I like all the things you do to me. But you make my life hard.”

You stopped at the stairs, looking up at him from the step below. The top of your white fleece coat was a little open, revealing a little bit of your plum satin dress and all of your cleavage.

“Only your life?” you teased.

“… H-Hey!”

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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hiiiii i love your stuff - could u do one where the readers ill but they have stuff to do and tom has to look after her. maybe if they were just friends before too but both pining? thankuuuuuuuuu

should I be writing this instead of revising? clearly fucking not. Did I make this little blurb req ridiculously long purely to procrastinate? Of fucking course.

but also this was v cute! I assumed u meant famous!reader, sorry if that's not what u were after at all anon x

summary: Tom Holland turns into the readers knight in shining armour when they get ill during promo

warnings: fainting / feeling ill

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It couldn’t be today. Of all days, why today? You’d been at home for two weeks doing absolutely nothing, before this trip. And yet it’s when your itinerary is packed to the brim, people moving heaven and earth just speak to you. Two weeks of unrelenting press for Marvels next big ensemble movie.

Your manager was speaking to you, reeling off a run down of todays activities but instead of listening you nodded along blankly - head rather cloudy with this heavy mist that was not shaking off, no matter how hard you tried.

“You got that Y/n/n?” Lucy pointedly spoke, eyes almost physically knocking you backwards as if her eyeliner was battery rams. Fumbling with your thoughts, your answer wasn’t particularly cohesive earning you just a disappointed head shake.

“I um… yeh I think. Who-who did you say I was paired up with?”

“Y/n please for the love of god. Tom, like I said the past fifty times.” And to be fair to Lucy she wasn’t wrong. It was the first major major promo tour for the both of you and after just two days so far - you were both exhausted. She was more than allowed to be a bit short tempered.

“But we-we hardly know each other? The chemistry won’t be there and-“

“As I said, I tried to re-jig it but Kevin is of the mind that acting is your job.” Her tone was sharp but as she glared across the opposing seats, in the little mini van Marvel had hired for you as transportation, her eyes softened. Lucy had been so wrapped up in her own stress she may have overlooked quite how gingerly you were sitting. By the time she had arrived at the hotel, your stylist had already managed to half save your ghoulish looking face, with sunken under eyes and tired skin, so it wasn’t so blatantly obvious how crap you were feeling. “Is everything okay with you?”

It felt pretty puny to say that the jet lag from flying to Tokyo had been weighing you down further than you wanted, or that the local cuisine top chefs had kindly prepared for you last night wasn’t siting well in your stomach. To be honest, even you thought it was just your body being a bit overdramatic. So in response, you put on your best happy-go-lucky face feigning a smile.

“No no I’m fine, just want to give the best interviews I can and you know…. I’m awkward as hell as it is, then pair me with the most talented actor that I share about two minutes of screen time with…it’ll be interesting.”

The way Lucy reacted with a weird slow nod, eyebrows furrowed, meant it was quite apparent you had perhaps overplayed that one. Had you not been so over the day before it even began, you would’ve tried again to give a more believable act. But as you were, you turned your attention back out to the bustling streets of Tokyo and the high rise buildings bordering each pavement.

You didnt have a problem with Tom, far from it in fact. Tom was hilarious and the times you had met him, you’d both built up this weird and sarcastic competitiveness with each other. It was a game of who could get the last laugh, each of you pushing each other with the Mickey taking just a little further. Of course, not in a malicious way, just the way you’d both lived pretty similar but parallel careers - when everyone drew comparisons between the both of you, it was nice to make it a joke.

Like Tom you’d also started out on stage, had a ‘big break’ movie as a kid and then spent your teenage years on and off film sets - till marvel happened. Then everything blew up to epic proportions, changing your life forever. Actually, it was so similar to Tom’s story, plus the fact you were also from the south west of the UK. It was bizarre your paths hadn’t crossed more - He probably could’ve been a useful ally in the the whole ‘becoming famous’ thing.

And yet, you could probably count on two hands the amount of conversations you’d had with him.

Now that, that was the issue. Right from the beginning you learn what the press want and when you are publicising a movie you cater into it too. They’d all be asking for the insider scoop on set; what pranks you’d pulled on each other; what was the most annoying thing about each other. Which is hard if you’d only had 5 or 6 days actually on set together.

By the time the cab had wormed its way through the Tokyo traffic and you arrived at the PR hotel, it was already 9:30 - making you 15 minutes late (blame it on the traffic). Instantly then you were ushered straight to the interview room for the evening, no chance of green room chat or grabbing a drink before. The place was stuffy, everything was draped with black curtains except the poster board that Tom was already sitting infront of.

He’d scrubbed up well, no doubt about it. He was wearing statement-ish burgundy suit trousers, teamed with a black knitted but collared shirt thing - that was clearly tailor made for the man. As soon as he noticed you scurry into the room, his face broke out into a warm smile, jumping up to greet you in a friendly hug. It was brief, and as you pulled back you accidentally bumped your head on one of the overhanging lights. No doubt someone had spent a ridiculous amount of time configuring them so they were positioned perfectly, which you had just ruined with your big head.

“Oh shit!” Tom just laughed in response, shaking his head slightly as he lead you the two steps across to your pre-positioned seats.

“Making an entrance as always I see!”

“Yeh, you know me, a bit of chaos just to keep everyone on their toes.”

“Oh is that why you’re ‘fashionably late’” With a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, you just rolled your eyes, fidgeting on the chair to find a position that didnt aggravate your stomach so much.

“I’m ready now though! What did I miss? Just having to pretend to be your friend for 15 minutes?” You stressed the words as though the thought of conversation with Tom was the absolute worst thing in the world - which you definetly didnt think. Scowling like you’d insulted his dog Tessa, it was almost visible how the cogs were turning in his head looking for a comeback. Unfortunately for him though, he was quickly shut up but the organiser bringing the first interviewer in .

For what would, no doubt, be a long day.

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Everything had started off so well, the banter was flowing between you and Tom, no major spoilers revealed that meant Marvel would have to make the journalist disappear. It was once you hit an hour of back-to-back interviews that everything started to crack bit. Because yes, it had only been an hour but that was enough to exhaust you on this particular day. When Tom joked around you got slower and slower, similarly the energy was zapped from your own answers. It’s not very compelling when someone says ‘you have to watch this movie’ in a monotonous voice with sullen eyes.

As the interviewers were swapping in and out, Tom actually lightly nudged your shoulder.

“Everything alright? We’re trying to sell tickets and you’ve got a face like thunder.”

“Oh no-no sorry I just, I-um.”

“You want some water?” Now looking at your with more concerned eyes, as if he was just nervous he’d actually offended you for calling you a boring bastard. And you would’ve picked up on it and alleviated his concerns, if it weren’t for the fact your eyes were glued on the water bottle he was holding out to you. You were thirsty. You knew that, that wasn’t the conundrum. What you weren’t so sure about was whether your stomach would accept it, or more violently reject it. In a very non ‘we’re-trying-to-sell-a-movie’ style.

But the lightheaded fogginess in your brain won out, as you nodded jerkily, taking the bottle and taking a little swig - too cautious to take anymore.

Now concerned with how Tom thought you were being a Debby-downer too, you managed to perk yourself up for the next four interviews. They were easy, asking questions without any activity and though you did rely on Tom beefing out and adding to your answers, it was okay. Then the next interviewer came in, who you recognised as being from the BBC, Ali Plumb, that had interviewed you a number of times. From the way Tom jumped up to give him afirendly bro-hug, you guessed he also was familiar with him. As soon as he took a seat the cameras were already flashing with the red light, demonstrating his 7 minutes had already started.

“Guys! It’s been a while.”

“How are you Ali?” You started it off with the pleasantries, Tom echoing, before the speccy dirty-blonde asked his first question.

“So the last time I spoke to you guys the universe was in chaos, Peter Parkers on the run and Aurora Blake was trying to strip her own powers, so I guess my first question is how are you both doing? We can use this as a therapy session if you guys need.” His very typical nerdy joke made Tom laugh, nodding as he leaned forward and repositioned a bit.

You didn’t share the same humour though, more focused on this invisible blanket of stuffiness that seemed to have been thrown on top of you. It made you feel groggy, incredibly hot and so unbelievable nauseous. The lights weren’t helping either, it felt like you were pouring with sweat from your forehead. You thought Tom was answering Ali, even if you couldn’t really hear - everything had merged into a deafening roar. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, unconsciously making you fumble yourself to standing, desperate to get somewhere with fresh air. The last thing you saw before your vision tunnelled into darkness was Tom, reaching out to try and catch you.

Because next thing you knew, you were on the floor, wires from all the cameras and lights digging into your back as you looked up to see Tom on one side and Lucy on the other - both wearing a similarly panicked expression. You knew you hadn’t been out long, seconds if that, going by the fact everyone else was in the ‘oh my god’ phase of panic. It was a bit weird how calm you where, but then again all your life you’d been the ‘class fainter’. Waking up on the floor was something you were long since used to.

“Y/n? You awake?” Rather stating the obvious Tom asked the question as you bent your head up - allowing you sight of all the concerned facing oggling you. With a defeated sigh, you flopped your head back.

“If this is a dream then it’s a real bloody nightmare.” This time Tom didnt seem to appreciate your joke, looking at you without almost dumbfounded eyes, as you blinked repetitively and groaned.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lucy appeared to want to lecture you, which to be honest wasn’t the most time appropriate. You were still on the floor, legs crumpled up under you, so ignored her. Instead you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, taking a moment to blink away the blotchy haze that threatened to takeover your vision once again, whilst the pair above you both cautiously rested their palms on each of your shoulders -trying to be useful. The room still felt cramped and stifling, as everyone around were no doubt looking at you.

It took a few minutes but your body seemed to get over itself, sitting up normally and trying to make small talk with Ali - who, by the way, was still sat awkwardly in the chair. Still nestled on the floor, your back up against the chair you had been siting on as you raved with Ali of the Harry Potter theatre show. In a natural lull in conversation, Tom perked up - from the door where he’d been muttering with the organiser as Lucy bit her nails nervously.

“Y/n you need to go home.”

All of you knew what Tom said was impossible. Not being egotistical, but you were too important. Although you hadn’t been paying masses of attention for Lucy’s run down of your itinerary - you knew it was packed.

So you just looked up and rolled your eyes at Tom, earning yourself a strong glare, before locking the organiser in eye contact.

“How many have we got till lunch?”

“Um this gent here” He gesturned toward Ali, who was almost squirming in his seat now “then two more.”

“And then lunch?”

“Yes, then you have a personal appearance at a dinner, so transport will be coming to pick you both up.” This poor guy seemed obsessed with the clock and his timetable, looking at your with a mixture of panic and frustration. You should know this stuff, you should’ve listened to Lucy.

“How fars the drive?”

“At this time probably an hour and a half.”

The plan was clear in your head, you’d sort yourself out in the car and be fully fine by the afternoon and evening engagements. Plus you felt almost fine now. So with a sigh, you hauled yourself up onto the chair, patting for Tom to sit back down.

“It’s half an hour and then I’ll sort myself out at lunch - come on their waiting.” The way Lucy pouted showed she disagreed somewhat, except a stern look kept her from protesting, as Tom walked toward you.

“Are you sure you don’t loo-“

“Let me stop you before you insult my appearance.” Snickering slightly at his worried face, you laughed it off , knocking his side with a gentle murmur of ‘don’t worry about me’.

In fact after that little episode you did feel a little recovered, which meant you were properly noticing the change in the boy sat next to you. Throughout the remaining three interviews he’d done a complete 360 from earlier. Rather than trying to get little digs at you, he had become fiercely protective - jumping in if a questions wasn’t particularly appropriate or relevant to the movie ( meaning when an awfully crap man asked what underwear you’d been able to wear in your suit) ; taking the heat of the conversation as well as just watching you like a hawk. Each time you answered his beady brown eyes were watching you from the side, you got the impression it wasn’t only just because of the risk of spoilers.

Quite remarkably, you survived the rest of the day pretty well, after a power nap in the car on the way over - even if it was a bit difficult when you had your manager watching you like a hawk from the seat across. It was as if Lucy had never seen anyone ill before, she seemed concerned that you were going to spontaneously stop breathing and die at any point.

Though by the time all the official business at the dinner was done, your body and willpower had reached the end of their tether. You and Tom were both on a round table, surrounded by 6 CEOs and execs of what seemed to be a multimillion pound business enterprise. With the language barrier meaning you had to speak through the two people on the table who were fluent in both japanese and English, the conversation was already pretty jilted. Though to be fair, the six did seem to be enjoying the evening - something you werent able to reciprocate. Thankfully, five minutes after the main course dishes had been collected, Tom spoke up from his position opposite you.

“This has been lovely and we really appreciate your time and generosity but me and Y/n have a really early start tomorrow so I think we should probably get back to the hotel.” You swore in that moment you could’ve kissed him, and it looked like Tom could tell - by the way your shoulders sagged and you let out an exhale of pure relief. Apparently even if you’d managed to convince the hosts you were enjoying the evening, Tom easily saw through the performance. After some hurried goodbyes, Tom led you out of the hall with his hand hovering over your lowerback, trying to make sure your exit was as discreet as possible.

Away from the bubble of chatter and activity, in the deserted hallway, Tom stopped you - lightly holding both hands on each of your arms.

“Wheres your team?”

“Um Luce is back at the hotel, she was trying to see if she could reschedule any of my stuff tomorrow.” You winced at the way he sighed, realising you were all on your own in some random business event hall in Tokyo.

“Harry -my brother- is waiting in the car at the front - is that okay?”

“No Tom, don’t worry abo-“

“Yeh well I am and I think you feel ten times worse than you’re letting on.” He spoke harshly, like a school teacher telling you off - except the hint of a kind smile at the end was a dead giveaway.

“You sure?”

With a relieved nod (Tom had thought you might be a bit more stubborn - you obviously were really really ill) he wordlessly shrugged his suit jacket off, wrapping it round your shoulders. He muttered something about not wanting you to catch a chill but to be quite honest you were a bit distracted by the woody cedar smell of Toms aftershave that enveloped your senses. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being fussed on by him? To be fair he wasn’t wrong either, you were in a strapless evening dress - you would’ve preferred to be in joggers, but Marvels press team had other ideas.

After a quick pit stop at the toilets, the two of you managed to make an unnoticed escape out the building - into a big SUV which had seconds prior pulled up onto the steps. You literally melted into the nearest window seat, body hunching over as you probably crumpled Tom’s jacket beyond belief. 2 seats along from you, a frizzy haired boy gave you a sympathetic smile, which you returned weakly whilst muttering a ‘hi’. Meanwhile, Tom pulled the sliding door shut, sitting across from you.

“Oh Y/n this is Harry and Harry this is Y/n.” In unison both of you replied with an ‘I know’ eye roll. Your response was somewhat more shocking to both Holland boys, you could tell from the way they had this whole nonverbal conversation with their eyes - they were very clearly brothers. Needing to explain you continued. “I like to keep tabs on my castmates, I’ve seen you on Toms instagram.” That had both boys smirking, Harry presumably just because you knew who he was; Tom more smugly, you’d just given away you slightly stalked him on instagram.

Silence reigned for a moment, as the driver put his foot down slightly.

“How you doing?” Tom asked.

“Mhm…” you thought for a second, how to eloquently describe the sensation.

“shit.”

Both boys chuckled a little and even though you had closed your eyes in an attempt to dull the throbbing behind your temples, you could feel the eyes on you.

“You want the music off?” Harry asked, referring to the indie-rock coming quietly out the speakers of his laptop, which was resting on his lap. With a shake of your head you refused, even if really silence probably would help your head, you were already causing the two Hollands enough trouble - no need to bore them during the journey back into central Tokyo, especially when you weren’t the most enthusiastic company ever.

Thankfully the music stayed on a low volume, whilst the car seemed to settle into a comfortable silence. With a long exhale you fluttered your eyes open, seeing Tom focused on his phone, before you rested the side of your head against the black-out glass. Taking some relief from the cool glass, you huddled further into the corner of the car against the door.

Floating in the space between sleep and wakefulness, you were kind of aware of your head occasionally bobbing and jerking about - but really didn’t have the energy or willpower to do anything about it. Instead, the thing that perked your attention was hearing some supposed-whispering from inside the body of the car.

“I know she said she didn’t care but she was clearly lying-“

“Like you know! You’ve been desperate to try and spend some time with Y/n- maybe you poisoned her just so you could be all knight-in-shini-“

“Turn. The. Music. Off.” Tom sounded scathing now, and with a grumble from your other-side the cheery drum beats ceased.

“Happy now?” …and Harry was sarcastic.

“Swap places with me.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

“Why?”

“So she can lie down.”

“Well no because you would still be in the way if we swapped.”

“Yeh but she can lie on my lap idiot.”

“She can lie on me.”

“She doesn’t know you!”

“Well for 1, barely ten minutes ago she said she did know me. And 2, she doesn’t know you any better!”

If this was their version of whispering, you would love to hear what volume ‘shouting’ was. There was no reply for a short while, you imagined the two brunettes locked in some intense staring match.The next time Tom spoke he sounded more defeated - almost begging.

“If I admit you beat me at the driving range the other day will you-”

“I KNEW IT!” Harry yelped, the volume making you jerk, eyes flying open before reflexively closing because the light was too bright. There was a little mutter of an apology, then silence again.

Once agin you must’ve drifted off because it felt like absolutely no time had passed when a firm but gently hand on your shoulder nudged you awake.

Sure enough the boys had swapped position, Tom now sitting along the seat from you, Harry looked a little sulky from across the way. It was Tom who was reaching over, a gentle and peaceful smile on his face.

“You wanna lie down? Don’t want you to strain your neck.” He wasn’t wrong, adding to the throbbing headache, the cloudiness in your brain and the unsettled feeling in your stomach… now your neck hurt. Just bloody great.

Had you been your normal witty and perceptive self, you might’ve teased Tom as to why him and his brother had done a switch - but everything hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for a hundered years. So with squinting eyes you jerkily nodded, missing how Tom chuckled to himself. The guy undid your seatbelt, then sat back to let you balance the back of your head on his thigh, looking up at the roof of the SUV. Already your eyes were closed again, you kicked off your slip-on heels and bent your legs up to lean against the backrest - occupying the position you had been sat in before hand. You felt his hands reposition the jacket, pulling it round so it was now like a blanket tucked under your chin.

To be fair it was much more comfortable than sitting up and you weren’t even aware of how quickly you dropped back into sleep.

Though it wasn’t quick enough to miss Harry’s very sulky sounding comment, presumably meant only for Tom’s ears.

“Still think you’re being fucking creepy bro.”

<33 lemme know what u think! (would make me feel less guilty for not doing all the work I rlly should be doing aha)

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fairyaali · 3 years

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hi bestie.. 😃

so um , i saw this prompt somewhere and i wanted to send it to my favorite blog ! ( you ) so here it is!!

adrien with a s/o who’s from america ( new york specifically ) and she has a very veronica lodge type past. meaning she’s very proper and rich and silvertounged but very kindhearted and sweet and extremely loyal.

but she has a past where she used to be a bully in new york and bullied people if they didn’t fit in , and was practically the it girl from a movie? does that make sense?

however shes changed , yet one day during a akuma attack , her whole past gets revealed and videos of her being a complete BITCH and it being played off as hot by her classmates gets shown to the entire of paris?

what’s adrien doing? is she going to comfort her or leave her?

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

I had so much fun writing this, but fair warning that it’s kind of angsty oops! thank u for the request nonetheless <333

Ship: Adrien Agreste X reader

Warnings: Swearing.

Tags: Angst oops

What should you do when your father is out on a business trip?

Throw a party.

And that’s exactly what you did. At least that’s what you used to do back in New York. It’s something you were known for. Now since you’ve got the chance to start fresh with a new life in Paris you decided to bring an old tradition back with you and invite some friends over from the school you’re attending, and your boyfriend of course.

Adrien Agreste. You had no idea what you did to get such an angel in your life. You’ve been dating him for a few moths now and you could already see yourself becoming a better person around him. You came to Paris with the intention of leaving your past behind, starting new and fresh without the bullshit from your past. This was it. Nothing could fuck this up.

“Hey,let me help you.” You hear your Adrien say while you try to adjust the lights near the DJ stand.

“I got it.” You say and get on your tip toes to hang the last light. “There.” You say, a successful smile on your face.

“You really out did yourself huh?” You feel his arms wrapping around you from the back and you hum.

“Oh please Agreste, this is nothing compared to what I used to do in New York.” You say and turn around, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I hope everyone likes it.” You say, more to yourself than to him.

“Of course they will, Ma belle.” He says and kisses your forehead.

You loved it when he called you nicknames, they just made butterflies burst around your stomach.

His soft hand reaches up to touch your cheek and he caresses it gently. You look into his green eyes which were soft and welcoming. He is so gorgeous.

Your noses touch and you sigh, touching his hand and smiling softly. “I hate to ruin the moment, my love but I have to go make a few minor changes before your friends come.”

He pouts at you. “But everything’s already perfect, can’t we spend some alone time together before everyone comes?”

You shake your head. “I promise you’ll have me all to yourself tonight , Agreste.” You smirk and watch as his cheeks glow red. You quickly kiss his cheek and giggle, walking away to the kitchen to make sure that everything is in place.

It didn’t take long before people started arriving.

“Claudia, start offering the drinks around to people.” You whisper to your maid before going to greet everyone.

A familiar bluenette appears, with an amazed look on her face while she looks around. You grin and walk towards her.

“Marinette! You look stunning!” You say and give each other a friendly kiss on the cheek. She really did look stunning. You’ve never seen her hair like this before, let down and slightly curled. She’s wearing a dress which perfectly hugged her body and the colour was gorgeous on her - A deep vermilion shade which complemented her fair skin.

“Likewise.” She grins and looks at your dress. “Oh my god who are you wearing? This dress is gorgeous.” She gasps, eyes wide while she moved around to see the dress from the back and front. You knew that she would comment on it, she had an eye for fashion after all.

“My father got this for me as a gift from South Korea. The designer is a family friend of ours.” You smile proudly. You didn’t want to brag about it but in all honesty you loved this dress too much not to show it off.

You look to her side and see a blue haired boy standing kind of awkwardly next to her. “And you must be…?” You trail off, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Luka, Marinette’s date.” He says nonchalantly and Marinette stops looking at your dress, straightening up with her face glowing red.

“Ah, I see. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Im-“

“I already know who you are.” He states and you furrow your eyebrows. You’re more than sure you’ve never met this guy before.

Marinette nudges him and you see him stiffen up.

“I mean, it was kind of a big deal when you came to Paris and everyone was talking about you so-“

Marinette sighs and grabs Lukas arm. “We’re going to get a drink, It was nice seeing you! Au revoir !” She says and walks away with Luka. You could hear her cussing at him from where you were standing.

Ah, of course. You knew that everyone was talking about you. The new rich bitch from New York who’s mother is in jail. That’s what everyone saw at first. Maybe they do still see it now. But maybe that’s why you fell for Adrien, because he never judged you in the first place despite all those rumors.

You turn around and see him, talking to Nino. He’s wearing the outfit you picked out for him. Black shirt slightly unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up, tan pants with a black belt around them and black converse. His hair was messy but it looked so good on him and his cheeks were tinted a little pink, probably because of the few drinks that he’s had already. Your eyes meet and he smiles at you. Right as he was about to come next to you, you feel someone tap your shoulder.

“Hi, Nadja Chamack. Did you move to paris because your mother is imprisoned for drug trafficking? Was your father denied bail?” The woman rushes to say while shoving a microphone to your face. You stare at her wide eyed. You didn’t know what to say.

“Hey, leave now before I call security, you shouldn’t be up here.” You hear Adrien say sternly while putting a hand on your shoulder.

“But was that the reason you came to Paris or was it because of the video that was spread of you-“

“Security!” Adrien shouts and two body guards grab Nadja and her camera man.

You stand there, dumbfounded as the body guards drag them away, the two cussing and struggling to get out of their grasp.

“Mon ange, are you okay?” Adrien asks, cupping your face with his hands, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You look at him and clear your throat.

“I’m fine, I need a drink.” You say and remove his hands from your face and start walking away.

He grabs your hand and looks at you, concern filling your eyes.

“No you’re not okay.” He says, kissing your hand and holding it gently. “What did they mean by video?” He asks.

Your body goes into full fight or flight mode.

“God Adrien! It’s nothing.” You snap at him. “just let it go, I don’t want to deal with this right now.” You remove yourself from his grasp and quickly walk away to the open bar.

You didn’t mean to snap at him but that conversation needed to wait until you two got more serious. You weren’t ready for it.

You grab a glass of champagne and down it, your face contorting because of the after taste.

You were about to get another one until you hear a scream.

“We want to know all your secrets! Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news!” A distorted voice says and you drop your glass on the floor when you see a dark purple monstrous figure coming your way.

“Shit.” You cuss and run away from the bar.

Everyone was screaming and trying to rush to the exit but everywhere was closed off with a purple like shield around.

You frantically look around to find a place to hide until you see a familiar blond with cat ears motioning to you.

Chat Noir. Thank god.

You were about to run to him until you started floating in the air, a purple bubble surrounding you.

You screamed and frantically hit it to try to escape but it was no use.

“I got you now!” You hear the distorted voice say and let out an evil laugh.

You watch your phone float out of your hand and out of the bubble.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.

You were fucked.

The bubble that surrounded you explodes and you fell from it, right into the arms of Chat Noir.

“Hey I got you it’s okay” He says smiling at you and for some reason you were slightly comforted by him.

Your eyes fill with tears and your throat begins to feel like it’s closing.

“She has my phone.” You croak out and your body starts shaking.

You see Ladybug swinging from the roof, throwing her Yo-Yo to try and grasp the villain but it was too late.

A screen appeared out of thin air and a video started playing - you were in it, in your classroom in your school in New York. You knew exactly what this video was.

Your jaw clenched when it started playing.

“Awh look she’s crying guys.” You say in a condescending tone in the video. The girl, Sarah, was balling her eyes out in front of you while you smirk and stand in front of her, your arms crossed.

“H-How could you!” She sobs out.

“How could I what? Your boyfriend was the one with his hands all over me, I just gave him what he really wanted.” You say and chuckle.

“That’s not true he would never-“

“Cheat?” You cut her off, lean closer to her and put your hands on the desk in front of her. “hate to break it to you honey but he did.” You tell her and she sobs even harder.

“Maybe this will help you put you back in your place.” You say, grabbing her face, making her look at you. “You’re a nobody, a loser and you had the audacity to talk shit behind my back?”

Her lips quiver in fear and she was visibly shaking in the video.

“You think you could ever stand a chance against me? Think again bitch.” You say and let her face go, turning around and arranging your skirt.

“By the way, he’s a really good kisser. Such a shame.” And with that you walk away from her while people wolf whistle at you and mumble things under their breath.

You were still in Chat’s arms, he was looking at the screen, eyes wide and lips parted. It was like he was frozen. Tears were streaming down your face, you couldn’t move.

Everyone around you was mumbling and whispering things.

“She’s such a bitch.”

“I knew the rumors about her were true! She’s horrible!”

“This wasn’t the video I wanted! Where’s the proof where’s the-“ The villain gets cut off by Ladybug grabbing her microphone with the akuma in it and slamming against her knee. A purple butterfly emerges from it and she grabs it with her yoyo, turning it white.

“Miraculous ladybug!” She chants and the place starts magically getting back to normal.

Chat clears his throat. “I need to go.” He mumbles and removes his hands from you. You nod and stare down at your shoes.

“Thank you for saving me.” You say, forcing yourself to smile.

He didn’t even look at you, he didn’t even say anything as he left.

Did he think you were horrible too?

Oh my god.

Adrien.

After the villains were taken away everyone left without even saying goodbye to you.

You sat down on the platform near the DJ stand and hugged your knees closer to your chest.

You hear footsteps walk towards you and you look up. His green eyes meet yours but they instantly avert to the side.

“You know, when we first started dating, everyone was telling me about these stupid rumors about you and I never wanted to hear them because I never believed you could be capable of that.” He says, a frown on his lips. “I never wanted to be so fucking right in my life but I guess I was wrong.”

You were trying so hard not to cry in front of him. You knew that this would happen when he found out, it was like a gut feeling. Adrien Agreste is a good person. He likes to be surrounded by good people and that video just showed that you might not be the good person he really thought you were. Your heart ached.

“I’ve c-changed Adrien.” You stutter in a small voice, scared that you would break down if you spoke too loudly.

“Have you really?” he questions, looking directly at you. He was disappointed in you. “God, why didn’t you tell me this before!” He rubs his face in frustration. You’ve never seen Adrien so worked up like this.

“Because I knew You’d react like this!” You say, louder this time as you get up. “For fucks sake Adrien! I told you my past wasn’t perfect and I know I was a bitch but I was young and stupid and I know it doesn’t excuse my actions but I’ve grown from my mistakes. I came to Paris with the mindset of becoming better, finding out who I really am and starting fresh!”

You watch him part his lips to say something but You cut him off.

“Look me right in the eye and tell me you’ve never done a mistake in your life, Adrien.”

His lips close and he averts his gaze away from you again.

“I know I should’ve told you sooner but I was too scared of losing you. Y-you made Paris feel like my home, you’re the reason why I make better choices, you helped me find myself.” Tears start falling down your cheeks and you look down. “And if I haven’t changed then I wouldn’t be looking stupid and crying over you and explaining myself to you because im genuinely terrified at the thought of losing the first person in my life who I’ve genuinely fallen in love with.” You sob out.

There was silence, apart from the sniffles and sobs coming from you.

“What did you say?” Adrien asks you and you hear his footsteps come closer.

“What?” You sniffle, looking up at him, furrowing your eyebrows. Your eyes were puffy and red and so was your nose. You haven’t cried like this in ages.

“The last part.”

“I’ve genuinely fallen in love with you? “ You mumble and widen your eyes. Oh shit, you’ve fucked up again.

“I know it’s sudden and I don’t expect you to return it back and I don’t know why I just said that but-“ He cuts you off with his lips smashing against yours.

It was euphoric. Probably the most genuine kiss you’ve ever felt in your life.

He breaks away, your foreheads touching and both of you breathless.

His pretty pink lips curl into a small smile and his face cups yours, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“I love you too.” He whispers and kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry I overreacted, I just didn’t want to be wrong about you but I believe that you’ve changed, I know you’re heart is pure.”

And that’s when you realized that yes, your heart was pure again. Clean from all the sins you’ve did in the past. You didn’t know if it was his green eyes, soft skin, perfect lips or maybe the way he looked at you that has cleansed you but maybe it took pure love to find a pure heart.

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daegall · 3 years

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Coming home

pairing: long distance boyfriend! Donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: uuuuuhhhh swearing?

word count: 1.6 k words

a/n: YOOOO A CONVENIENCE STORE JUST OPENED UP NEXT TO MY GRANDPAS PLACE NO LITERALLY ITS RIGHT NEXT DOOR WATCH ME COME BACK HOME WITH A TON OF ICE CREAM 😎😎 also tell me what you think of this, it's a bit different from my usual writing :) (Sungchan blurb coming out tomorrow for knet-bakery’s nostalgic melodies event!! Please look forward to it <33)

AAANNNNNNDDD HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BEST LEADER TY TRACK!!!!!!!!!!!! KING DESERVES THE WHOLE WORLDDDD <3333

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🎶: coming home - nct u

5 months. 5 months without Donghyuck. 5 months without his touch, his warm embraces, his soft voice, his teasing remarks. 5 months of yearning for his featherlight touch, boyish grin, spontaneity, his reassurance and sincerity.

5 days until he arrives. 5 more days until you will be with him, 5 more days until you can love him.

Your eyes stay on the calendar for much longer than intended, calculating every single moment until the date hits Friday, waiting for the hour hands to move in the clock. For once in your life, you wish time would go faster.

The movie in front of you is basically useless, it’s his favorite Christmas movie. You can’t stand a second watching it without waiting for time to tick by or constantly thinking of him.

Your foot taps rapidly on the ground, teeth finding themselves chewing and gnawing at your lower lip yet once again. Friday, when will you come?

It’s felt too long without him, his arms wrapping around your body, his lips pressing softly against your burning skin, his hair softly tickling your nose, you’re becoming anxious.

5 days, just 5 days.

——————🌻——————

5 hours. Just 5 more hours.

5 hours until you can whisper how much you missed him, 5 hours until you can finally get shitty convenience store noodles with him, until you can freeze the shit out of your brains with the cold slushies.

You slip on your sweater quickly, bouncing out of bed after the sudden spontaneous decision to get to the airport early. It’s only 3 in the afternoon, the flight lands at 8, and not to mention the baggage pick up and all that other things, that's bound to be another 40 minutes.

You stop yourself before you could lock the door to your apartment, cursing and taking the key out from the keyhole. It’s too early. You don’t want to wait too desperately for him 2 hours before he even arrives.

‘2 hours.’ You tell yourself, ‘you can go in 2 hours.’

5 hours of impatience and anticipation is a lot harder to handle that 5 hours of a normal day.

What can you do in 5 hours? Surely, you could call Donghyuck, text him, send him a video or photo, anything.

Your head swarms more and more with thoughts of your distant significant other, the image of him printed permanently in your mind for you to cherish and enjoy while he’s gone.

5 months, he didn’t change that much, right? He never fell for someone else, right? There’s no way.

There’s a sudden swing in your mood, from frantic and yearning, to worried and doubtful, 5 months could really affect one.

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5 minutes, god you’re literally shaking in anticipation. 5 minutes until you know you cry, 5 minutes until you’re in his embrace, 5 minutes until you can kiss his most likely chapped lips.

You decided to stay home, after you promised Donghyuck you would wait at home for him after he quickly texted you before the flight landed.

You’re unaware that in 5 minutes, the person you’ve longed most is coming through the front door, in 5 minutes you’ll be able to hold him and kiss him and finally be with him.

Maybe you should take a nap? Eat a snack? Clean the house?

4 minutes.

You slump into the couch, scrunching your face up in frustration. It’s been too long since you’ve been with Donghyuck. Without a fucking screen separating you apart.

There’s a hole in your chest, you can feel it, its dark and empty and swirling with eagerness. It’s eager for something, you know exactly what.

It’s waiting for Donghyuck’s love to come and fill up that void, to complete yourself.

Waiting for your better half.

3 minutes.

You can’t pay attention to the movie. What’s the point of watching a Christmas movie when it’s by yourself? Your eyes trail to the window next to the couch, where the snow falls ever so gracefully, covering the ground in a beautiful white.

Usually, you would always wish to go outside and play in the snow, but you have nothing but impatience in your body as you wait for your lover to come through the doors and welcome you in a hug.

2 minutes.

Is he stuck in traffic? Was there no taxi left?

1 minute.

You’re sure there were many taxis left, didn’t you book one for him? Did you forget? Oh no, did you?

50 seconds.

You curse at yourself and stand up abruptly, reaching over to the lamp table next to the couch to grasp at the keys.

45 seconds.

Dashing to the door, you are unaware of the figure behind it, hauling his heavy luggage up the stairs with such speed as well.

30 seconds.

You’re grabbing your puffy coat from the coat hanger, your heart clenching at the empty spot next to it, where Donghyuck’s coat will be hung.

It only urges you further to quicken up and get to the airport on time.

25 seconds.

But that’s nearly impossible, will all the snow and traffic, halfway there and he could already be waiting for you at home.

20 seconds.

It doesn’t stop you, you still have the large urge to see him come out the gate yourself, be reassured that he is here, he’s going to stay.

15 seconds.

Donghyuck huffs and wipes at the cold sweat on the back of his neck, when did the stairs suddenly become longer? Was it always that hard to get up?

10.

Your long distance boyfriend faces the door, the familiar wooden, authentic door he hasn’t seen in too long for his liking. This is it.

You’re right behind that door, stopping in your tracks to question if your actions are worth it.

Just wait, you tell yourself. He will come.

But greed takes over. It’s taking over your hand that is reaching for the door knob and twisting the cold metal to open the door.

Strangely, there is a weight causing the knob to twist easier, which is weird, the knob has always been a bit rusty and hard to twist open.

Donghyuck thinks the same thing, wondering if you finally fixed it with some oil or changed it.

Even at the smallest opening of the door, the cold gush of wind pushes in and blows against your warm skin, goosebumps being the result of such action.

As the door opens wider, you spot a familiar black luggage, the brown coat you bought as a birthday present for your boyfriend, and what’s best, is your boyfriend himself, whose expressions change as well as yours when he sees you as well.

In the span of a single second, Donghyuck is barging in and swooping you up in his arms, the snow from his coat falling between your own jacket and slipping into your neck and shoulders.

The cold is nothing compared to the nostalgic warmth of Donghyuck’s arms you missed oh so much, his skin burning against yours as you bury your face in the side of his neck.

You’ve grown a few inches, Donghyuck notices, because you only have to tiptoe to reach his shoulder. He can’t help but notice the smallest, most simplest things. Like how the living room has changed a little bit, just a few more pots of plants here and there, the tv playing his favorite Christmas movie, his hoodie he left for you sitting on the couch, he notices every little thing, and instantly adores all of them.

You also notice everything too, the way his shoulders have grown broader, the hairs on the back of his neck that grew longer, heck, even his new shoes he was sure you wouldn’t notice.

One thing that doesn’t change, you notice as you pull away slightly to look into Donghyuck’s eyes, is the love in them. The warmness and adoration pooling in them. The sparkle that they hold.

What also is pooling in his eyes are tears, happy tears, at the sight of you smiling oh so brightly just for him, all for him to cherish.

“Fuck, you don’t even know how much I missed you,” he breathes out, sighing at the feeling of your fingers softly carding through his snowy hair.

A soft smile adorns your lips, your lips Donghyuck has longed for so long, your lips he still longs to kiss.

And so he does. He plunges forward to take your lips passionately between his, the feeling of them crashing together sending his heart into a frenzy. Donghyuck’s mind is blank, only you in it, your hands lightly tugging at his hair, the smooth skin of your neck as he pulls you closer, your heart beating against his. He’s finally home.

Donghyuck attempts to dive back in and chase your lips when you pull away, but is stopped by your fingers pressing against his lips and your soft laughter filling the air.

A pout creases his lips, as you pat his cheek and kiss chastely on his red nose, “Go take a shower, you’re gonna catch a cold.”

He indeed catches a small cold that evening, dramatizing the fact that he’s cold, begging for cuddles and for you to feed him, but you’ve simply missed him too much to complain.

What would you even complain about? It’s almost Christmas, he’s home, and he’s going to stay. He will be the one helping you decorate the tree, he’s the one throwing snow at you, he’s the one setting the mistletoe up just as an excuse to kiss you.

He is everything you’ve ever wanted, he is your home.

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